The idea of an older woman mentoring and admonishing a younger woman paints a wholesome and pretty picture in my mind. The older woman, full of love and nurturing, pain and wisdom, victories and joys, is bent over slightly from age, but not lack of strength. She is smiling and cupping in her experienced hands the worried but hopeful face of the younger woman who is looking up into the older face with anticipation and trust.
It sounds more like a lovely painting in an art museum than a scene that we see in our daily lives, right? Why is that? Perhaps
