Of cold dinners: A mother’s work never ends
When my mother flew from the Caribbean to care for me after labor, she would not stop giving me advice. She made a point to pass on what my grandmother taught her: "a mother's work never ends, she eats when she's no longer hungry, she sleeps when she's no longer sleepy... a mother's life is one of patience and sacrifice." I heard as I rolled my eyes during my first week of recovery, refusing to let go of my life as I knew it and crying in the shower in confusion and fear at the daunting task before me. Why…