Here is my stark mom confession. My flaws as a mother writ large! Do we have any control, or is that a joke a too?
Sounds like a 1970s sitcom by Norman Lear that didn’t make it past the censors. Okay, I needed operating instructions for this one. Yes, babies are genderless in their like-minded needs, but the private areas intimidate me. Am I alone?
Babies are babies. My daughter didn’t gravitate to pink till she was in pre-school. And while my son has a masculine cast to his face, he looks a lot like Vivien did at his age. Now, since he is an easier baby than Vivien, does that mean years from now she will be yelling she has to have a new dress for school while he quietly watches sports and belches on the couch? I’ll have to wait and see.
But for now people say things like, “Oh, a son, boys LOVE their moms.” My daughter loves me, thank you very much. Or the gal who said to me, “Wait till you have your boy. I’m so in love with my son.” (She had two daughters.) What is this, Sophie’s choice?