Becoming a mother in the late 90s was a different experience than becoming a mother now. It was less managed back then and a whole lot uglier.
I wrote about how the minute details of preparing for motherhood train our senses in more ways than one:
Motherhood owns minutia. It’s noticing that your son’s fine baby hair is just brushing the top of his ears. It’s seeing a slightly crooked tooth in a five-year-old’s mouth and realizing it means, without even wiggling it, that it is loose. It’s seeing the way your boy exits school with his eyes cast down. It’s knowing there’s a fever without a thermometer, the strawberries are responsible for the contents of the diaper, the zit on the forehead means to stock up on embarrassing things with wings.
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