I wanted to be a chubby mom.
I wanted doughy arms and big bosoms and a comfortable lap to sit in.
I wanted my little nuggets to be enveloped in the soft cushion of my embrace as I squeezed them to my to my heart’s content.
These somewhat crazy aspirations were a lot easier to have when I was comfortably tucked into single-digit jeans. Yes, I’m talking about high school. It was cute then, to think of the perfect world of motherhood, of sweet little cherub children staring up at me with their big doe eyes and listening to my syrupy lullabies as I rocked them to sleep in my loaf-of-bread arms.
When she's not writing, Susana Fletcher can be found eating cookies in the car on her way to the gym. She and her family live in Austin.