Not your strong suit

I am reading "Falling through space" again. In one of her entries, Ellen Gilchrist writes about spending a day taking care of her two young grandchildren. She only manages half a day before enlisting her mother into battle. 

It is a very light, self-depreciating piece. At the end she ponders on the day and asks her mother how she (Ellen) managed to keep care of her kids day-in-day-out. Her mother dryly answers that she (Ellen) was never good at it. It was not her strong suit.

I wonder if any of us feel that mothering was our strong suit. Probably not. Not if we are honest with ourselves.