Last night, lost in helplessness, I might have discovered a secret power I didn’t know I had. My daughter S woke me up at 1 am, pale and worried. “Mommy, I really don’t feel well,” she says. As suspected, her fever is back to 39. …
Tell me about your metamorphosis, moms, as you go through motherhood. I hear you say that you’ve been like a little bee, dutifully collecting pollen from flower to flower, contributing something seemingly small and insignificant to something larger, beyond our scope of comprehension. Day after day. …