I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

one hand resting protectively on the baby’s leg.

On the back, Patrice had written a short note.

Dana and Hallie,

I thought being a good mother meant correcting my daughter whenever I believed she was wrong.

I’m beginning to understand that sometimes love means keeping your mouth closed long enough to hear what your child actually needs.

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