As a parent, you think you can overcome anything. Your skin thickens with the scars of your child’s injuries. You think you will be as tough as my child needs me to be. You believe that you have become a crocodile. You are confident you could live anything, even an asteroid. Then your child dies suddenly and you realize you were a trilobite the entire time.
Parenthood is supposed to be a tenured position. What does a professor do without her university? Parenthood is meant as a life appointment for which no intemperate opinion or changing tide can separate you. What does a justice do without her bench?