My daughter never invited me to join her family vacation. She had no idea that the five-star resort she booked was owned by me. When I gently suggested that I might come along for a few days, she sent back only one sentence: “Mom, I just want to go with my own family. I hope you understand.” I understood more than she realized. I understood that somewhere between her college apartment and her suburban home, she quietly shifted me from “family” to “background.” She assumed that a woman who shoppe