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My idea of what it is to be a mother changed drastically when Emma became one. My own mother, bless her heart, was more akin to the wicked stepmothers of children’s literature than to the sweet-natured, loving Madonna that gazed serenely down from the Sunday-school walls. Perhaps it was a deficit of maternal instinct - not all women take to motherhood. More likely, it was because I (like Emma too, incidentally) was “unplanned” - equating to unwanted. After all, there was a war on. Seeing Emma with our own child changed my concept entirely. She was a beautiful, young, loving mother of course. But she added a new dimension, as she was also my wife and lover. She was the first file in a brand new folder. At parents evenings, as a parent and later as a teacher, I met many more, now labelled MILFs. Why, I want to know, isn’t there a special day for them too? There are so many MILFs in Blogland I would like to send an e-card to.
My idea of what it is to be a mother changed drastically when Emma became one. My own mother, bless her heart, was more akin to the wicked stepmothers of children’s literature than to the sweet-natured, loving Madonna that gazed serenely down from the Sunday-school walls. Perhaps it was a deficit of maternal instinct - not all women take to motherhood. More likely, it was because I (like Emma too, incidentally) was “unplanned” - equating to unwanted. After all, there was a war on. Seeing Emma with our own child changed my concept entirely. She was a beautiful, young, loving mother of course. But she added a new dimension, as she was also my wife and lover. She was the first file in a brand new folder. At parents evenings, as a parent and later as a teacher, I met many more, now labelled MILFs. Why, I want to know, isn’t there a special day for them too? There are so many MILFs in Blogland I would like to send an e-card to.
