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Louise O'Neill: Of motherhood and personhood
But she wasnât consumed by us either. I knew that she was her own person, that she had autonomy outside of her role as our mother. She would sign my birthday cards with âMike and Marieâ, a tiny rebellion, a reminder that she wasnât just a âMammyâ. She had an identity that she wouldnât relinquish.