A few years ago, someone I didn't know very well said, "You're oddly confident." He became even more bewildered when I burst out laughing, I was genuinely tickled. To this day, it remains one of my favorite compliments, handily defeating "Based on your emails, I thought you were a guy," and "Is that your real hair?" The fact is, over the years, I HAVE become oddly confident. If I can't change something or fix it, it's really not in my nature to dwell on it. I'm secure in my career, in my marriage, in myself for the most part. And even my hair entertains me in its own erratic way. I'm not a sociopath or a robot, I do have doubts now and again. But never ever ever so many as related to how I am doing as a mother. I am constantly paranoid that I'm doing it wrong. Alllll wrong. Maybe my kids are going to grow up resenting the choices I've made on their behalves. Or one day, when they're adult and independent...
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