Maybe it should have changed me more [to become a mother, ed.]. I sometimes wonder if I was at home enough with my children, but it’s no use now, because it can’t be helped. They have survived.
At my age, you think about the afterlife. I’m mostly inclined to think there’s nothing there, but sometimes I can’t help but let my imagination run wild. My good friend Ulla Steen says she believes that all of us who like each other meet in the big angel bar where we are expected. I see myself arriving at the angel bar, and there’s my father, my husband and my son, and one of them says: “There’s Lise. Now we are four again for a l’hombre.
My mom and dad didn’t love each other, so they were always fighting.
One of the things I can’t get my hands on is something like “Mothers’ Clubs”, where instead of reading a book and walking in nature with their babies, they sit and talk about vomit and nappies and burping with other like-minded people and get nowhere. I think it bothers me a little in the women’s area.