This Mother’s Day, I ask you to think about helping a young mom get the support and services she needs.
My mother grew up during the war and could not afford new clothing, so she over-compensated by making us wear suits to school.
Growing up, I thought it was tough being the daughter of a migrant. But on Mama’s Day, I remember my mom’s struggle and how it has made me a better person.
The professional, older mother who is constantly negotiating conflicts between her career expectations and having a young child at home is not a face you see all that often in Hallmark cards, especially if that face is an immigrant and a former teen mom.
I spent part of my childhood in pain and not talking about it. It was better to have a cracked rib than make my mom spend her hard-earned money to take me to the doctor and get it x-rayed.
As we approach Mother’s Day, I’m thinking about my mom and the women from Guatemala who cared for me when I was young and the millions of other mothers who are undermined because of inhumane policies and practices.
As we get ready to celebrate and honor the work that mamas do every day, I am struck by the severe disconnect between what immigrant mamas need to take care of their families and our current immigration policies.