There
is something that went away once I became a mother, and I can’t get it
back. I still mourn its loss sometimes, almost always — ironically —
when I am alone: I lost time.
I
feel this more acutely now that my daughter is nearly 3 — also
ironically, as I arguably have more time to myself now than I did when
she was 2 months old. I’m in limbo now: I don’t think like a fully independent, self-interested woman, nor do I think like a mother 100 percent of the time. Who am I?
-NY Mag
