As usual, this Mother’s Day we offer confession and ask for leniency.
The “we” of this confession are men. You may have heard of us.
We are usually referred to as he or him, Adam, son, husband, dad, brother, chap, mate, or, among friends, baron. We are those persons most likely to wear the same clothes two days in a row and then expect you to wash those clothes. We are the people of whom a T-shirt was once made: “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.” Remember us now?