To say I was a reluctant mother is an understatement, and I love kids. It was fear. Fear of screwing up. Fear of creating dysfunction, fear of dooming my offspring to a lifetime of therapy.My husband was the cheerleader. He wanted to be a father more than anything, and he had no fear. Most important, he was committed to hand’s on fathering. Watching him with others’ children, I had no doubts.Well, OK, then. We traveled, lived it up as a couple for a few years and then, we got pregnant....more
I have three sons and zero daughters. When my boys were small, I would hear the question, "Are you going to keep trying for a girl?" until I thought my head would explode. Some folks seemed affronted when I would tell them I was done having kids. As if, by having only sons, I was somehow disrupting the natural order of the universe.Here are, verbatim, comments made to me when I was raising my boys:"When my mother was sick, my sisters took care of her. Your sons won't do that for you." (The father of a babysitter.)...more
My eight year old son got his first phone call from a girl. I'm beginning to get the feeling that my mother in law and I might be more alike than I believe...Yikes!
I don’t like how people look at Graham these days.
They used to smile indulgently, but now I see trepidation in their eyes. They used to coo over his baby fat, but now they look him up and down, silently assessing the potential for disruption contained in his strong limbs.