Rebirth of a Restaurant: Our Restaurant Kid

The reality of parenting while running a restaurant together

Our restaurant kid by Wray Sinclair

After I gave birth to our son, little T, I was fortunate enough to be whisked away to a Korean postpartum centre in Koreatown here in Los Angeles. In Korea (and other parts of the world outside of the Western world it seems), postpartum care for new mothers is treated with the utmost gravity. Ensuring that new mothers are nourished with traditional healing dishes and are able to recover from the unbelievable act of birth is recognized as vital to one’s health and longevity. But this week’s newsletter is not about the woeful disparity between American and Korean postpartum care — I’ll save that for another dispatch. But I mention the postpartum care centre because of something that the older ladies, the godsends who shepherded me from recovery to motherhood, told me repeatedly about my son which is forefront on my mind as we get ready to open our new restaurant.