By Mona from Kirida
When I gave birth three years ago, my mother flew across the Pacific Ocean from Saipan to our Seattle home to assist me in those first few sleep-deprived and chaotic weeks. It was a true lifesaver to have my mom around, to make our meals, do our laundry and keep our house tidy while we were doing our best to be new parents without losing our sanity.
The trade-off though of accepting my mother’s wonderful help was accepting my mother’s bountiful uninvited advice. From the moment we brought my son home, she filled my ears with what he should be wearing (mittens all the time!) to how I should change his diaper (with lots and lots of baby powder!).
Her advice even extended to my role as a wife, even going so far as to write a list of “Mona’s Wifely Obligations,” which included making sure my husband had freshly pressed pants for work, even though he is a GROWN MAN with a master’s degree and is very capable of doing this for himself.