moms

My mother has always given me problems because she is enlightened and reactionary at the same time.

I was furious with myself for literally birthing into existence a love so strong it could wreck my life.

My main access to the esteem of my peers—who were, with few exceptions, mostly young, white, able-bodied men with family money—was in how little I had despite how hard I worked. This, plus my disability, plus motherhood, bathed me in a tragic light, which, if I stepped into it just right, lit me up with the look of moral superiority. I could wield

mothers are required to play multiple roles in interacting with, teaching, and caring for their deaf children.

“We want mothers to notice everything, they need to see everything.”

She wants all relationships in the house to run through her.

but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

Is this what mothers did, wonder if you might need safety pins?