I am a mother of a son. When he was born and the doctor held him up triumphantly like a much sought after trophy as he exclaimed, “It’s a boy!” I took in a deep breath of relief. A boy. I know boys; I can mother a boy. What if Boy had been a girl? …
I am a mother of a son. When he was born and the doctor held him up triumphantly like a much sought after trophy as he exclaimed, “It’s a boy!” I took in a deep breath of relief. A boy. I know boys; I can mother a boy. What if Boy had been a girl? …