I Fu*ked Up Motherhood Even In Covid TimesWhen it comes to motherhood, why are imagined pictures of how things should unfold between my son and I different than reality? Even in the wake of a pandemic, with our sheltering in place, I fantasized about the things we’d do together; the things I’d teach him, show him, guide him on; all the ways I’d at last become a fabulous mother.

Somehow, an ever-lurking superhero version of motherhood got overzealous and believed she’d have a chance to shine. She thought at the beginning of all this, with a huge unavoidable chunk of time with her kid, super mom could fly. Crooked cape and all.

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