The Mothers
Published in
Mar 23, 2024
I’m tired of all of the books
about young mothers who are unhappy,
my friend Sissy said.
They were all going to be designers
or writers or astronauts.
But the women in these books
are sorrowful brunettes
who sit wistfully on park benches.
Sissy is a brunette mother,
but she is not sorrowful.
She’s sturdy and steady and
full of good advice.
Her baby reaches out a pudgy hand at me,
but Sissy gently tucks a Cheerio into his palm.
His hand moves away, occupied by
oat rings and playtime.
Not everyone needs to be a parent, she says.
We need astronauts and farmers and counselors, too.