I always wanted to be a mother. This feeling was in my core but unarticulated and largely unexamined until I became a father. I’d always figured it was one of those things better left unexplored — just writing “mother” made me wince, worried I came off a bit too much like Norman Bates in Psycho. But when I finally became a parent, the idea was clear: Like the old adage “Dress British, think Yiddish,” for me, it was “Be Daddy, think Mommy.”
