In the early decades of psychoanalysis, when motherhood still glowed in the rosy half-light of Victorian ideals, it took a male analyst with no children of his own1—and so, no direct experience of parental insecurity—to see what eluded others: D. W. Winnicott observed that the “ordinary, devoted” mother sometimes hates her infant with a passion only equal to her love for him; and that ambivalence need not denature her nor harm her baby.2 In Barbara Almond, the ordinarily ambivalent mother now has another advocate.