My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

away, but taken together they had been building in me a quiet terror that I had not named because naming it meant sitting with something I was not ready to face. I had been afraid she was slipping away from me piece by piece, that the mother I relied on was becoming a mother I would have to protect, that the roles between us were quietly reversing.continue reading …