Why Everyone Should Prepare for the Eldest Daughter Revolution
We’ve been holding it together for way too long — we’re ready to let go and heal
It was the day before Mother’s Day. Our entire family had gathered in my sister’s living room. We had traveled 200 miles to gather together before my nephew’s open heart surgery so we could give him extra love, and we were planning on taking the other five kids home so my sister and her husband could focus on taking care of Alex for the next two weeks.
I’d already been there for a week, helping out with the kids and cuddling with my sweet nephew. That morning, I had packed as much of the kids’ suitcases as I could fit into my car so there was less work for the other adults to do later in the day. And I was gearing up to go into full-time caregiver mode once we all arrived at my mother’s house.
I sat there on the periphery of the group. Everyone was celebrating Mother’s Day, passing around presents to my sister and our mother. I was the only adult woman there who didn’t have children.
At one point, my mother turned to me and asked, somewhat impatiently, “Where’s my tea? I thought you were making me tea.”
I hid my annoyance at her tone and went into the kitchen to fetch the tea I’d left brewing there for…
