

I really appreciated this memoir of a mother‘s experiences parenting her son and how it‘s quite different than raising her daughter. Julavits‘ son is around 5-12 in this memoir, and my boys fit into this age group so I could relate to much of her worries and also her appreciation of parenting a son. I do worry her daughter will wonder why her mother only wrote about her sibling and not her. And there‘s some handwringing that gets to be a bit much.