I
have to say, I can't wait until September, when my youngest two start
preschool. Sure, it will only be three mornings a week, but at least
I'll be able to see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel: the
end of diapers, and naps, and inarticulate, irrational tantrums. It
will be their first step towards independence, and the beginning of the
long process of reclaiming my own life.
So, I totally cannot
relate to the English mom who needlessly kept her son in a wheelchair
for five years because she was afraid he would grow up and leave her.
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