We left the Upper East Side during Lucia’s toddler-hood for a bit more space and pre-school tuition that didn’t cost more than my masters degree. We quickly became friends with our next door neighbor, and she soon became our Lao Lao (maternal grandmother in Mandarin). I can’t count the times that she helped me drag a sleeping baby in a stroller up the stairs, or lured resistant kiddos back inside after hours of outdoor play. Lao Lao has spent endless time sitting in chalk piles on the sidewalk, brought food during sickness and even knit us scarves. We love to surprise her in special ways.
Although we are different, her stories of life and love constantly remind me of how similar we are.
A mother’s life-raft is often created by the tiny village who supports her.