There was that time I was in the hospital for a week before Jack was born. We didn’t know how long I would be there. We kept asking but there were no answers. Visiting hours only went until 8pm but you never left. You schmoozed the nurses so you could stay until I was good and ready to fall asleep…
It doesn’t matter how much feminist literature I consume. You can’t make me give up the Bachelorette or The Little Mermaid, or Drake for that matter. That doesn’t mean I don’t recognize the level of gender role conforming, 1950’s-esque ignorance they all represent. It just means that media literacy is my best friend. Media Literacy “is a 21st century approach to…
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I see motherhood as a series of goals and just a whole bunch of mommy guilt. No? I’ve never been short on expectations for myself and I’ve always known how much they’ve helped me. (They haven’t.) So when motherhood was fast approaching, I was wise enough to learn my lesson on having expectations….