Motherhood

When my son was a baby, he would stare out into space and giggle like he was playing with an ancestor. He has always had the brightest smile and the coolest attitude — until he’s hungry, then he becomes a…

I recently stumbled upon a literary article about the expectations of mothers — and by stumbled, I mean, I googled ‘Expectations of mothers’ and that article was the first thing I clicked on. The article reports on findings of contemporary…