While the eyes of the world are on the newly born baby, the mother's mother sees her daughter, who has just become a mother. The role of grandmother can wait, because it is her daughter who cries, with her breasts aching. The new mom's mother rubs poop-stained clothes, sweeps the floor, secures a lunch. Buy nightgowns with buttons, wash sheets dirty with milk and blood. She knows how hard it is to become a mother.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
In the silence of the early morning, he thinks of his daughter, awake. How many times have you gone? Will he endure the morning with a smile? and he brings her something hot and her favorite dessert and she can see everything that happens to her daughter, the new mother, better and before anyone else. Busy, Mom's mother suffers in silence. In each of her daughter's choices, she remembers her own. In front of the new mother, new baby, a lot of milk and so much lap, he questions everything he did, long ago. Time that does not return. If today is what you have, then today is what it is. Look in the eyes, bring bread and coffee with milk. That's the lap, that's the milk now. Here and now, present.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Mom's mother helps her daughter to fly. Take care of everything in your hands so that it is rebuilt, discover your new identity. She is now a mother, but she will always be his daughter. Every newborn mother needs the care of another woman who understands how fragile this moment is. Mom's mother can be a sister, mother-in-law, friend, neighbor, aunt, grandmother, sister-in-law, acquaintance. The fact is that the puerperium needs feminine union, that understanding that only another mother can have. Female tribe but, above all, and if possible, \"to mom\" to the mother of the new mother.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n