After A Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ... -

So today, we aren't doing anything grand. We’re drinking tea in silence. And for the first time in a month, I actually feel the love—instead of just the effort.

I drove her to every appointment, even the ones she insisted she could cancel. I cooked her favorite childhood meals (her mom’s chicken soup recipe, which takes three hours). I listened to the same stories about her neighbor’s cat for the 40th time without checking my phone. I bought her little gifts—a soft scarf, a puzzle book, a heated blanket. After a month of showering my mother with love ...

I wanted to be the perfect daughter. I wanted to erase every argument we had in my teenage years. I wanted to give back all the love she gave me. So today, we aren't doing anything grand

After a Month of Showering My Mother With Love, I Learned the Hardest Lesson About Caregiving I drove her to every appointment, even the

That’s when I realized my mistake. I had mistaken martyrdom for love .