Birth _best_ - Teaching My Mother How To Give

I cried, though.

You are the person she taught to tie shoes, to read clocks, to not eat glue. Now you are showing her she doesn't know something basic. That reversal of roles is existentially painful for her. teaching my mother how to give birth

This is a post about what happens when the student becomes the teacher. And how you can do it without losing your mind—or your relationship. My mother is brilliant. She ran a household budget for 30 years without a spreadsheet. She can hem a pair of pants in ten minutes. But ask her to attach a PDF to an email, and she looks at you like you’ve asked her to perform open-heart surgery with a butter knife. I cried, though

When I feel my jaw clench now, I stop the lesson. I say, "Mom, remember when I was five and you spent three hours teaching me to tie my shoes? And I cried? And you just kept tying and untying the laces until I got it?" That reversal of roles is existentially painful for her