When she became a mother, Liadán Hynes lost for a time the ability to decipher between what worked for her and what the outside world approved. Here, she writes about stepping outside the pre-approved boxes women’s lives are so often judged by.
The night my husband moved out, I went to sleep in my daughter’s bed. Just for tonight, became just for this week, became still there almost three years later. I say all this like it was an aberration. Sleeping in her bed a break from the norm, a transgression from our usual way of doing things. In fact, since birth, more nights than not, one of other of her parents had slept with her.
When she became a mother, Liadán Hynes lost for a time the ability to decipher between what worked for her and what the outside world approved. Here, she writes about stepping outside the pre-approved boxes women's lives are so often judged by.
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