I always knew  being a mother would take incredible skill and stamina.

 

I knew  my endurance would be tested beyond imagination and I would have to dig deep within my personal knowledge and resources to develop highly important problem-solving strategies.

 

I knew  the functionality and the efficiency of the household was going to depend on me.

 

I knew  posterity depended on my ability to pass on these skills to my highly intelligent offspring so they could function with success and brilliance in the broad world around them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t know  some of motherhood skills were so highly-advanced and so incredible, these feats could not be attempted or accomplished by the father of the household.

 

I didn’t know  how hard it would be to instruct on this technically-advanced talent.

 

I didn’t know that some skills would be impossible to be passed on and would be borne and used by

 

 

 

me

 

 

 

and

 

 

 

me

 

 

 

alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, as I was devastated to discover when this truck drove by – professional help is NOT available.