She has a crush on a teacher I barely know. She whips off hundreds of origami hopping frogs, while I labor over the most elementary folds. I try to teach her piano, but she waves me away. Actually, she says, I am an artist. Of course, it is not always heaven.
Child care is a hassle, and it is expensive.
I miss pottery workshops, the latest movies, time to read. I miss solitude. At the times our patience breaks down, there is no one in the next room to turn to. And, of course, I worry about money. When I became Amelia s mother, I became legitimate, with a role in society no one could question though it was a nonpaying position, with no time off.