Michelle Rockwood :: YOU CAN’T HAVE IT ALL
It began in the hospital when they laid my baby on my chest; I was so exhausted that the nurse had to help me lift my head to see him bob and climb his way to my breast. It was in that moment I began to disappear. The years that followed were at the same time glorious, painful, confusing, wonderful, and maddening. Two more children came, the years ticked by, and I changed from a brilliant woman to just another fixture in the room; a lamp whose string was pulled when the light was needed, but eventually even I forgot was there.
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he girl inside of me who had hopped on a plane, taught herself French and joined the Peace Corps was fading fast. I loved that girl, and I was sad to see her go.
