After A Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ... Direct

At the end of the month, I expected her to be happier, maybe more relaxed. She was. But something else happened: I changed.

My mother’s biggest joy during that month wasn’t receiving love—it was being allowed to give it. I let her cook for me. I let her nag me about my posture. I let her be the mother. Sometimes, love is allowing someone to keep their role. After a month of showering my mother with love ...