We all know that women are tired of being quizzed on their procreational plans. Tired of the useless questions and “well-meaning” opinions. Yes, don’t go there. Before I became a mom, I was seriously skilled at tuning-out and deflecting the endless stream of why, and how, and when??, I would or would not (?!) have children. So, when I finally popped out not one, but two, boisterous babes (in a matter of two short years) I looked forward to retiring all that nonsense.
But, yeah, that wasn’t in the cards. I found out that while becoming a mother I had opened myself up to a whole new line of questioning, and this time, with more sinister roots.
Since becoming a working mother, I get asked two particular questions. A lot.
How are your kids?
Where are your kids?