I credit both of my parents for instilling in me the firm belief that the fact of my gender would not keep me from getting and doing what I wanted. It is only recently that I have started to wonder whether or not I can really have it all. My father, though, remains convinced that I'll get back to a place where that belief seems second nature.
In a recent e-mail, in which he attempted to console me after Big Boy threw a full-blown toddler temper tantrum at our small-town equivalent of Gymboree, my dad wrote:
I know being cooped up with two babies is hard for you. I wanted you to grow up thinking that girls could do anything they wanted - and I think you did - so it must be frustrating when you can't - at least for now. Hang in there - it will be worth it when you look back - and they grow up so fast.It must be frustrating when you can't do anything you want.
Have truer words ever been spoken about parenthood? About childhood? About personhood?
What part of your own belief system has been shaken by becoming an adult and, if applicable, a parent?