Does motherly love have borders?

Isn’t the purest love the most blind and easily misled? 

By our ego, ideal, or belief?

We can do so much wrong in the name of love. Where should the limit be? When should you say “it’s over the line”?

It’s almighty, but whatever is almighty can also be the most destructive. 

Yes, they are in the name of love too. The destructions. 

Shouldn’t we, the mothers and the daughters, be aware of them? Of how far we are going, how far we are letting it go?