How Baby

What a year, huh? (Lemon, it’s only February.)

This is not the first time I’ve done a comic about parenting in a time of political crisis – turns out, when you do a comic about your experience as a mom in unprecedented times, you have a lot of anxieties that like to come out in comic form.

Except – they’re not all unprecedented, are they? As anxious as I am, it is a privilege, still, that my worries are whether I can afford groceries, not whether my grocery store is still there. Sometimes I can take a little heart in knowing that as stressful and scary the news is, mothers have been raising their children and shielding them horrible things in the world for a long, long time.

There is an unbroken line of women leading to me; their fears are mine now, and their singular duty is mine now as well: to do as best as I can for the human I brought into the world.

The horrors persist… and yet, so do we. That’s something I’ve always felt a kinship with other moms in: despite our capability to disagree on nearly everything else, we’re all alike in this way. We simply have to, and it makes me proud to know that I am part of that unbroken line too.