Muffalettas and mom
Mom broke two teeth and now is faced with having the rest extracted and getting a denture – anathema she believes. So she’s not leaving the house. Her 73rd birthday is this Sunday, the last of the eight days of Hanukkah, and despite all the cajoling and assuring, she refuses to budge from her reclusiveness.
So we brought a muffaletta and some soup and went to visit her today. She also had a black eye from a recent fall. Not having the best of holiday luck.
It’s hard to say what makes you love a person you don’t understand – is just being a biological mother enough to inspire love? Then what about the other feelings – the ones that make you want to run to Mexico and never look back?
So what is in store for me, for us, as mothers, or babymamas as we are now being referred to?