I’m a good mother.
I’m not a perfect mother. I could easily fill up 100 pages with mistakes I made just this weekend.
But unlike the deep bouts of doubt I once had over whether I was a good actor or singer, or the doubts I can have today over whether I’m a good writer, blogger, gardener, or even friend, I don’t have too many over my ability as a mother.
Motherhood fits my personal skills really well. I’m a natural born nurturer. The years I spent on a therapist’s couch working on myself have given me a fair amount of patience, and my love of theater and art have always gelled well with kids. READ MORE