I drove by the Black Forest Restaurant this weekend.
And I thought of the time that I ate there with amm. It was years ago. Probably around 8 or 10 years at least. I ordered the trout. Because I thought I would try something new and local. But I did not anticipate what arrived on my plate.
A full trout. Head. Tail. Scales. I was sitting next to amm and when the plate was set in front of me, all she did was quietly, without drawing any attention to the situation, pick up the plate with the full trout, set it in front of her, and when her meal came, had it set in front of me. She knew that I wouldn’t be able to eat it. She knew without me saying anything at all.
And she ate the trout. Without fanfare. And I ate her meal. And I know that the trout was the last thing she would have chosen to eat.
At the time I thanked her for saving me from the trout. But I wish I could thank her again now. Now that I understand how we make decisions to put our children first and many times it forces us to do things that we would rather not do. But we do. Because we are mothers.