As a reporter in my late 20s who covers caregiving and motherhood, my sources often assume I’m a parent, too.
They’ll be in the midst of pontificating on the woes of parenting − the tantrums, the endless doctor’s appointments and the weight of the mental load − and they’ll interrupt themselves, looking pointedly at me. "Well, you get it," they'll add. Others stop themselves and ask me mid-way through our interviews, "Do you have kids?"
No, I tell them. But I hope to be a mom someday.
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It’s a role I’ve always known I wanted. Playing with Barbies as a kid, my dolls would always be pushing babies in strollers or announce partway through the game that they were pregnant. By middle school I was well-known in my neighborhood for being a babysitter, happily hopping from house to house to entertain giggling toddlers and helping kids with their math homework. I’ve been curating a list of potential baby names since high school.
