The Cut - My Manic First Days of Motherhood

For as long as I can remember, I was sure that I wanted kids. When I saw other women with their children, I felt envious. I craved the intimacy of motherhood: the bodily closeness, the easy laughter, the knowingness that comes from the sheer amount of time spent together. I wanted to feel a small person cling to me and know I was needed. My desire was deeper than logic. Even with all the unsparing accounts of parenting I had read, I never truly allowed myself to consider that I wouldn’t like being a mother or that I wouldn’t be good at it. I certainly never imagined that the experience would alter my brain in ways that would make me no longer recognize myself.

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