When I was fourteen and she actually wound up to smack me on my face. And I calmly reached up and grabbed her hand and said I love you mom. Being youngest of 6 I think she finally relaxed and knew she could be done. She actually sighed and in that kitchen I turned on her player to the Gypsy Kings and we danced. And remembered all the great dances of our lives. Perhaps we both turned some corner that day. But I can completely say there was no ugliness from that day forward.