Jennifer

“In her mothering years, he lived in undying amazement of Lucy. She looked at every paper, bored in until she’d heard every the teacher asked at school. She knew by heart what was on the lunch menu, the name of every friend and whether she or he was a good influence, even if the kid had never set foot inside their home. She’d memorized every trumpet note or ballet turn. She hit the laundry room at 6 a.m., because she knew what clothes they’d want to wear, right down to the undies. Her children’s lives were so thoroughly understood, digested, imagined, so thoroughly her own, that other women often seemed to freeze over in shame.

But all of that allowed Lucy to avoid wondering about herself.”
― Scott Turow, Laws of Our Fathers