How Motherhood Liberated Me
“Despite all my attempts to distinguish myself, I’ve ended up like every other mother,” writes Raina Raskin. (Photo by Andrew Stawicki/Toronto Star via Getty Images)
‘My daughter doesn’t care if I’m exceptional. She just cares that I am hers.’
In the early weeks of motherhood, I spent countless hours struggling to nurse my daughter. When I wasn’t nursing, I was calling my lactation consultant for latching advice or compulsively scrolling through Reddit for tips on increasing my supply. I was pumping and pouring bottles and somehow spilling my hard-earned milk everywhere in the process.
I felt …
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