My mother has always been one of my personal heroes and is a huge reason why I’m so opposed to gender roles. She’s been a pediatrician for longer than I can remember. For years, she’s been working twelve-hour shifts in the emergency room at Queens Hospital, taking care of kids and young adults with all kinds of problems, from colds to seizures to physical violence brought on by mental disabilities. She’s gone through more than her fair share of sleepless nights in the ER dealing with other people’s kids when their parents couldn’t, but never once has she forgotten about her own children. As wonderful as she is as a doctor, she hasn’t been anything less than a perfect mother. When I was little, I never really noticed how often those long hours must have tired her out because her love and wisdom in taking care of me and my…