I have wondered if I’ll ever have the ability to be nurturing. My mother’s idea of nurturing was to sing “mama had a baby and her head popped off,” at me on a daily basis like a lullaby. She was a lioness who ruled with a wooden spoon and scared living shit out of anyone who crossed her or any of us in her brood. I’m not going to sit here and tell you she was a horrid example of mothering … she wasn’t horrid. She was different. She was powerful. Put it this way, you don’t get a woman like me without some abnormal ideas of how to raise a baby girl. Thanks mom. To tell the truth, she was terrified of having…