I’m happy to see that there’s no laundry in the background of these clips
But then I come across one video I definitely didn’t film. It seems to highlight all my bad-mothering moments. I watch myself standing at the sink stacking washed plates. My then- 16-year-old Tzippy saunters over to the counter and sticks her fingers into the cucumber salad, sampling, licking. I see myself glance at her, then back at the plates. I clench my teeth at the computer. What kind of mother am I to let her do that?
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