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Clarissa's Blog

An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

The Uh-oh Mamma

Since uh-oh turned out to be one of Klara’s very first words, I realized that I do say it a lot. Opportunities to say it abound because I spend all day dropping stuff, forgetting things, tripping over toys, walking into closed doors, stumbling into furniture, and spilling food all over myself. 

And this is great because it teaches Klara an important lesson: Mamma is not perfect. You don’t have to be anything even remotely resembling perfect to be happy and loved. I think this is a crucial piece of knowledge. 

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