I watched my eighteen-month-old daughter point at the front door and say, “Where mama?” I smiled and said, “I’m right here, baby.” She shook her head. “No, mama. Where mama? Renee, Mama Renee.” My…
A Saturday morning in the kitchen, and I heard my daughter say, clear as day, “Where mama? ” I smiled and pointed to myself. “I’m right here, baby. ” Olive shook her head. She pointed at the front door. “No, mama. Where mama? Renee, Mama Renee. ” I asked who I was, and my eighteen-month-old … Read more