MommyhoodThough I certainly ‘did’ female okay, physically, typical women’s things were not easy for me. My cooking never poisoned anyone; neither did it excel. I did learn to knit and crochet, but not how to fix a mistake. I learned to sew but never would anyone guess (from the cussing and muttering) that I enjoyed it. It’s what women did then.
I loved my babies fiercely and would have killed for them, but as one told me much later, I was not ‘there’ for them. I wasn’t there for myself, either, of course. Other than wanting them and loving them, if there were other womanly and motherly instincts, then I did not have them. I only knew what I copied from my mother, and without her and her codependency on me, and vice versa I suppose, I don’t know how I would have been able to exist.
Did I
