Sublime

When Elise arrived at her college campus four years prior, traveling solo on a Greyhound bus, she hadn’t anticipated there would be mothers and fathers who would stay for the entire orientation week, sleeping at a nearby hotel or in their child’s dorm room, to help decorate, buy groceries, locate campus classrooms, and teach them how to use a

It was time to transition into being like the mothers I’d seen at the park with their books, looking up every so often to make sure their children hadn’t been abducted, and no more.

Give yourself permission to dream. Fuel your kids’ dreams, too. Once in a while, that might even mean letting them stay up past their bedtimes.

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She is encouraged to pursue an ideal of self-invention and self-mastery that hails from a culture where someone else’s labors (that of wives and enslaved persons) would provide for the necessities of daily life.

The truth is that motherhood is a hero's journey. For most of us it's not a journey outward, to the most fantastic and farthest-flung places, but inward, downward, to the deepest parts of your strength, to the innermost buried core of everything you are made of but didn't know was there.

Today parents pour more capital—both emotional and literal—into their children than ever before, and they’re spending longer, more concentrated hours with their children than they did when the workday ended at five o’clock and the majority of women still stayed home.

Maira had wanted to introduce her to Ansel Fleming for some time. It was not a setup, Maira said, though frankly Ivy wouldn’t have minded a setup. Just someone to have coffee with, said Maira. Though Ivy didn’t need a new friend, already neglecting many of her friends, since the eclipse made by motherhood. Maira was an expansive person, always