I can do better, but I have done my best so far.
I’m not the fun mom, but I’ve taught my children big lessons in their young lives.
I try to be a good wife, mother, daughter, friend.
I try to inhabit the womanly roles even when I don’t always feel feminine.
I spend a lot of time inside my head,
twisting, pulling, ruminating.
It doesn’t mean I’m sad. It means I’m thinking.
I’ve made mistakes,
I regret some of them.
But my children are not those mistakes: they are my legacies.
I look at them and wonder how it can be that Clarke and I have created three people. Literally given them life.
It is a joy for a mother to see her children grow,
learn to inhabit the space they take in the world,
learn to own that property.
It’s as if children need to learn the size of their bodies– the breadth of their being– in order to go out into the world and participate in it.
I love watching this process unfold.