I visit my mother and grandmother out of a sense of duty and a continual hope for a healthy relationship. I respect their achievements and honor their sacrifices and goddamn, it is still hard to be around them (this is why I do yoga). When I get frustrated, I remember that they hardened their expressions and sharpened their tongues to survive as women of color in politics and law. They’re still learning to show and accept love. They’re still learning how to have conversations that aren’t fights. I know the criticisms and lectures come from a place of wanting the best for me and wanting to protect me, so I look for the value in what they say while gently setting boundaries and reminding them that I am my own person. I know we’re all trying our best to understand and care for each other, so I practice keeping an open mind, a strong backbone, and a soft heart.