Four days before our first child was born, I got a call informing me that Mom had contacted hepatitis, was in the hospital and would be quarantined for several days. She would not be able to come spend time with me. So, now I was not only worried about her health, but also in a panic because I had not bothered to read any “how to mother” literature. Mom was supposed to have been my most reliable manual.
I was still scared four evenings later when in a reflection on the mirror in front of me I saw our daughter come into the world. That fear left me the moment she naturally latched on and took a part of me as nourishment. A spark lit up a reserved space in my heart and brain. Maternal instinct took over for what my own mother would have taught me.
I was still scared four evenings later when in a reflection on the mirror in front of me I saw our daughter come into the world. That fear left me the moment she naturally latched on and took a part of me as nourishment. A spark lit up a reserved space in my heart and brain. Maternal instinct took over for what my own mother would have taught me.