Personal Narrative: An Italian Mom

Thinking about this I immediately thought of my mother. When we had that talk it had just snowed and in New Jersey it covered everything. She called me by the kitchen window and said, “Do you see that snow without a footprint in it? Well that is how you should keep yourself. Pure as the driven snow, and never let anyone convince you otherwise.” Well that is the way an Italian Mom born in 1927 approaches it. I always remember that, however I did not take quite the same approach with my two girls. I never broached the subject with my oldest daughter. Unfortunately being the rebellious one, she addressed that on her own. The youngest daughter handled things quite differently. When this daughter was approached about sex, she asked if we could