I am not a mother.
Trust me, it's not by fault. Life just kind of got in the way. Actually, when I was younger I didn't want children. I got older. My ovaries started to nag me. I was in a very long engagement which I was sure would end in marriage and children and it didn't. Then I dated a boy for a while who was pretty much still a child. Then I got it together. I bought a house and met the love of my life and now I am not in such a hurry. Now it does not seem to matter how many of my friends are married and have kids because I'm just rolling with it.
Then I read something like this.
I love FLB. We know it. I am currently trying to work through all of her books. This is a beautiful book as well but it is nonfiction. It is the biography of her first year as a mother. And for a person without children it was horrifying. Am I going to be that afraid? She spends so much of her time worrying that it's easy to miss all of the happiness that is there too.
I know that this isn't a great review. I know that I don't have a lot to say about this one. It really was a good book but I would suggest it for mothers, preferably ones who have already lived through having a child.
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