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The Irrationality of Motherhood

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The end of the day comes, exhausted from four boys who play and climb all day. I put them in jammies, and send them off to meet the sandman, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I know that sleep makes little boys turn into men. Watching them grow breaks and stretches my heart. So, why the rush every night to get them to sleep?


A Koan, prompted by Her Bad Mother.

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