“I dream that I am standing between them, stretched so thin I am nearly invisible. They both need me on levels that feel inhumane: my mother, to care for her in the ways my dad couldn’t, the ways her own parents never did, and my son, to be for him what I never had and fear I will never be able to give. Somehow I must mother them both, across the two-decade expanse separating us. Somehow, I think, I must mother me.”