Perhaps it’s appropriate but I finish my tongue in cheek alphabet book about parenting the same week the kid who started me on that journey turns 16. I feel like I’ve been on two marathons. when is nearing the end, and another is getting ready to go onto the next phase and who knows how long that will last.
I’ve been a feminist as long as I can remember. I’ve believed women should be in charge of their own lives and not be defined by motherhood. However, as I watch my gentle giant help around the house and I hear reports of his contributions at a friends farm, I’m keenly aware of this, and not any book, is the part of my life which I am most proud.