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Sons admire their mother's sacrifice. Daughters try to escape it. That's from an essay by Ana Beatriz Abreu and it hit me because I'm a son. Her point: a son and a daughter can watch the same mother. The son sees her sacrifice as love. The daughter sees the same sacrifice as a warning because she's watching a life she might be expected to live. The son remembers the clean house, the clean clothes, the hot food. The daughter knows who paid for it. And her most brutal line: men don't want to repeat their mother's life, they want a woman who'll repeat it for them. Then I read the comments. One has 33,000 likes. Ask a man what he loves most about his mother and he'll list everything she does for him, as if those were compliments about her personality. Another one: I can't stand hearing that a woman is a warrior. Ouch, because I call my mom a warrior all the time, proudly. So I ran the test on myself. What do I love about my mom? The first images: her working long hours at the deli, running errands, cooking, cleaning, laundry. I could answer the question, but it bothered me what came first, because those weren't the only things I knew about her. We laughed about the dumbest things. We farted in front of each other, no shame. She read a lot. Her motto was let's celebrate life, and she could be a little spiteful. She was a person, not a service. But here's what I can't answer as well: did she want another life? What did she give up that I never noticed? We talked about it sometimes, but I asked as a son for a daughter. For a daughter, those questions can feel like reading her own future. Gratitude isn't the problem. The problem is when gratitude is the only way you see her. Ana says daughters don't want to be the opposite of their mothers. They want to be the continuation of the possibilities their mothers never had. Maybe sons can carry something too: getting to know the woman, not just the mother. So try it. Three things about your mother that aren't about what she did for other people. What comes to mind first?