My daughter and I just walked home from the gym -- she ran like the wind on the treadmill, rowed for 3500 meters and did other really hard stuff effortlessly. And there I was, huffing and puffing on the cross-country trainer, exhausted after 15 minutes.
I'm not a Joan Crawford mother, but I am struggling with Daughter Envy. My kid Katie is so smart and strong.
She's home for Christmas from medical school. When her membership in the British Medical Association came in the mail, I really suffered pangs of jealousy because it brought it home that my daughter was going to be a doctor, and I was a mere technical writer. Then other thoughts kicked in: "Just think of the drug samples and party invites that will come with this membership," I said to my husband.
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