Mothers: Parent Yourself - L.A. Parent

Mothers: Parent Yourself - L.A. Parent

Cautiously, I cracked open my daughter’s bedroom door. “Hey, Ma,” Lina said as she stuffed her clothes — sweaters, tight jeans and size two skirts — into the largest suitcases we owned. “Hello, beautiful daughter of mine,” I said. My eyes were watery, but I was not crying. Not yet. Lina grabbed an armload of scarves she’d knitted and some bulky sweaters and hats she would wear while walking briskly in the New York air with her boyfriend, Lawren…