When someone asks you what you do, reply proudly with “I care for my children.” When you have a moment of feeling small, know that what you are doing for your kids is big.
I, too, am grieving a loss of self that I clawed and bled and fought to earn as a working mother in this society—an identity that seemingly disappeared overnight, largely without my consent.
It's not my son's job to fulfill me, make me happy, or give me an identity. That's my job; always has been and always will be. This I know without a shadow of a doubt.
