“Do you resent them?” he asked. I stumbled in reply. After all, what mother admits she resents her children? Do I? Resent? Regret? Is it semantic?
When Bob, my friend’s husband replied his tan was courtesy of his new convertible, it hit me, the gender gap. He acquainted me with the Porsche 911 with the pride that red-flags the new father. Bob is my age. Almost 40 to the month. Smart, intelligent, IT savvy. Me with balls and a penis. What does he have that I don’t? A Porsche. What do I have? I asked my 13 yr old son. He coughed with embarrassment and said ‘you have us, Mum’. True.
