Today, I only brought one dress. I usually throw two in the car, in case my mother says the first choice rides up my backside. And I rarely wear pants. Pants make me look stunted and squat, she says.
If you think those jeans suit you, you're wrong.
The day before every visit, I book a last-minute haircut. I slap on a face mask. I manicure, shave my legs and pluck my eyebrows. Have I forgotten anything? I want to be that image in her head. That perfect daughter.
Read the rest of this Mother's Day essay at AOL's MyDaily.
By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the AOL people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.