In honor of Mother’s Day this coming Sunday, I’d like to run my Modern Love piece from a few years ago. It’s not because I’m lazy and can’t come up with a new post to honor the occasion. It’s that I just can’t seem to find a better way of expressing my gratitude. This really does say it all, and anything less would be…less.
The Wrong Kind of Inheritance
By VICTORIA DOUGHERTY
Published: July 20, 2008, New York Times, Modern Love
I ALWAYS knew something would happen to one of my children. I never said it out loud. I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it. But the feeling was there: a vague superstition that visited me on my paranoid days, the kind of day that would find me in my children’s rooms at midnight, making sure they were still breathing.
Some of this superstition is in my heritage…
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