“Do I know how to love, how not to harm, how to protect and defend, how to be sanctuary? I have believed from the moment I gave birth to Alex and Benjamin, my kept children, that I know the obligations of a mother’s love. My two young sons are growing up inside their trust in me. I try so hard to be a good mother. I am safety, tenderness, praise. But I am also, always, the child cast out to the world a long time ago. I move between the sorrows of my past and an unrelenting will to love my children well. I am child, and I am mother.”
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Meredith Hall,
Without a Map: A Memoir