Without realizing it, my brain has done a good job of blocking out my mom rage. These moments sweep me and other moms into something unrecognizable. I’m ashamed of the times I’ve let my own desires for creative fulfillment cloud what’s happening before me in real time, especially as it relates to my kids. But forgive me for saying this: I’m fighting for me. My therapist says she loves how I have a strong sense of self, and that I strive for it.