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“Do you know what I regret?” she asked me last Tuesday, watching me fold her laundry. Not the lack of a husband. Not the absence of a wedding ring. “I regret that no one ever called me ‘Mom.’ Not even by accident.”

I am a mom. My children are grown enough to need me less, but young enough that my muscle memory for “mom-ing” is still intact. I rock an imaginary stroller when I stand still. I pack lunches in my sleep. I soothe fevers with the back of my hand before the thermometer even registers. moms juniorcare for old virgin lady

When she forgets to eat because she’s lost in a 1950s photograph, I slide a grilled cheese onto a plate and say, “One bite. Just for me.” And she rolls her eyes, but she eats. “Do you know what I regret