This world I know makes less and less sense to me as I negotiate through it as a mother.   I live in a world that is inherently flawed and thoroughly unnatural.  I have become increasingly aware of this as I try to reconcile working and mothering.  Working has forced me  to relinquish control of how much time I spend with my son, which conflicts with every maternal instinct I have.  Often, our human arrogance prevents us from viewing ourselves as animals, but the fact remains that we are.  We are mammals who, by nature, nurture our young.  So, of course I feel like I should be with my son, nurturing him and raising him, teaching him, and loving him.

The priorities of this world I know are so skewed, that money is valued over children, and parents have to chose between providing for their children and parenting them.