I wondered if I was cut out for motherhood, a role that seemed to demand so much that was foreign to me.
Appreciation. Everybody craves it but often we treat it as a scarce commodity, hoarding it to ourselves.
Raising children is not an evasion of the realities of the adult world; neither is it an indulgent exercise in ego gratification.
My mother was a good mother, but she didn’t really believe in keeping house.
When I was a child, I didn’t know anyone who wanted to be a maid when she grew up.
In the not-so-distant past, even mothers who were unable to hire help or did not have family living nearby were usually able to take a cheap, easy break called "Go outside and p