“I’m able to really be there for [my kids] in that five or six hours of time,” says this mom who left her kids behind for a new life. To really find herself. She’s a better mom now, says she.
Is it just me or does it feel like this woman is not talking about human beings at all? Let alone her own kids. I’m all over flexibility in mothering, to be able to do things as you see fit but really, I have to say, up and leaving entirely somehow (call me crazy) doesn’t qualify. She appears to be more of a disengaged observer of her own life.
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If you can redefine marriage or redefine when human life begins, why not redefine motherhood, too?