During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.

drums.

I took the sponge from Emily’s trembling hand.

“Stand up,” I said.

“Mom, please—”

“Stand up.”

She did.

Patricia clicked her tongue. “Careful, Margaret. Pregnant women are emotional. We were only teaching her responsibility.”

“No,” I replied. “You were teaching me something.”

Patricia laughed lightly. “And what exactly is that?”

I looked directly at Brandon.continue reading …