Young mothers often tell me how lucky I am that three of my children are grown. “Now you don’t have to stress about them anymore,” they say. “No more keeping track of their whereabouts. No more fretting over what they eat. No more worrying about their decisions.”
These well-intentioned women are surprised when I inform them that my worries are bigger. Mothers don’t stop being mothers just because their children grow up.
I still keep track of my progeny.… Continue