Why your mother's advice is the only good advice

The cliché is true: it was only when I became a mother that I began to appreciate what my mother has done for me. My son is now 11 years old, so the sleepless nights are behind me, but every age brings new challenges and there is always one person whose advice I gladly accept: that of my own mother.

What probably also plays a role is that I am a single mother, which means I sometimes really need a second opinion. Of course, it can also be very nice to consult with friends, or in my case one of my sisters. Still, I take everything from my mother directly, without any doubt, while with others I might think: I’ll just do it my way.

Maybe it’s something Italian (my mother was born in Sicily, where babies have almost a greater influence than the pope) that you prefer to involve your whole family in raising your children, but I actually find it only logical. If you grew up happy yourself, you want your own children to have the love of their grandmother too.

As a grandmother, my mother is even sweeter, if that was possible, but I think that also comes from her rule that grandparents don’t have to raise children. At grandma and grandpa’s place, it’s always warm and cozy. That’s just how it should be.