Why Millennials and their mothers can’t agree on anything!
Radhika was so fed up with warring with her mum she hired a therapist to mediate. So did it stop all those rows about feminism and Brexit?
THE words came out of my mouth without me really registering them: ‘Mum, do you even like me?’ Once said, I could hardly believe I’d actually uttered them.
My mother, Naina, and I have always been so close — she’s been my best friend and greatest role model.
A truly devoted mother, she always put my needs first —cheering me on in ballet class even though I was clearly never destined to dance, and once staying up all night to sew me a Pippi Longstocking costume for World Book Day.
And all this despite holding down a full-time job in property. So how had we come to this? Two months ago, after yet another row, I found myself posing this question, genuinely not knowing how she might respond.
She stared at me, confused and sad, and replied: ‘Of course I love you, but sometimes I just don’t understand you.’
Like so many mothers and daughters of our generations — I’m 28 and firmly in the liberal, millennial camp; my mum