I grew up in what you might consider a fairly traditional family. My father worked, my mother stayed at home with me and my sister.
She cooked our meals, she drove us to school, she helped us with our homework. That was the sort of family that I saw not only in my house, but in the houses of most of my friends, and in the households that were depicted on TV and on radio ads.
It was only as an adult (after reading The Awakening by Kate Chopin in my gender and sexualities class at university) that I began to question assumptions I had about the roles played by mothers and fathers within the family.
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