Collage of Wendy and her mother and some drawings of a girl playing

Your Mother is Just a Girl

Grappling with the concept of age as a fluid state of mind, Wendy has found herself perpetually anchored to a younger version of who she was, despite the inevitable march of time. Yet, amidst these reflections, she is consistently drawn to a deeper inquiry into her mother’s own journey through adolescence and womanhood. In this essay, she contemplates this legacy of motherhood, mortality, and identity.