Before my mother died but when she was very sick, I was dropping my son off at daycare. When we arrived, there was another little boy who had just been dropped off by his mom. He couldn’t have been more than three years old. And he was wailing. “I want my mom!!!!! I want my mom to come back!!!!” He was completely and totally inconsolable. His tears weren’t the feigned kind put on for a show, protesting the drop-off, the kind that dry up 10 seconds after you walk out the door. No, this child was genuinely distressed. He wanted … Continue reading Getting Through the Holidays as a Motherless Daughter