The golden law of our time is that whatever a woman is doing, she is Always Only Ever choosing the very best thing. Her holiness is indisputable. Her instincts are infallible. According to a poster on a wall near you, Women are Perfect. The trouble is, when we are struggling to know how to deal with a persistently contrary child, or we don’t know how to fill the hours with a toddler, or we are enslaved to our own volatile temper, we know the truth. We are not Always Only Ever choosing the very best thing. No wonder we want to flee motherhood, it keeps exposing the lie. It exposes us...we often sabotage our own access to help.