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Thursday, June 09, 2005

Blog Ideas

This is me, the organizator, thinking here. Is it possible to organize posts or conversations under certain headings? I am thinking of having some categories so that we can dive into specific topics or issues and then let them keep going. I would also like to make this open to Mom's who have older children. Here are some section ideas:
Rants; How-To Books; Points of Inspiration; Sex & The Mom; Help!!!; Me & My Mate; Baby Issues; What About My Career?; Burning Desires; Moments of Truth
Okay-those are just some ideas-- do they make sense? Do blogs work in an organized way? Does anybody understand me?

Saturday, June 04, 2005

More contributions to the conversation

from Peggy Flood:

I am afraid I cannot make the meeting, although I would love to be part of this
group. It coincides with my ruminations about writing a solo show, and
one of the themes that keeps coming up for me, is mothering today, particularly
as a creative person, with other tugs on the heartstrings. I would love to talk
to more women about their experiences, and boy does it sound like you've got an
articulate group!



Hope to talk to you this week.

Peggy



from Lee Bradley:

hey mamas,

I love this idea. Krystyna if you can figure out the blog thing that's cool. .
. just spent an hour or so browsing through the Literary Mama link you posted -
thanks for that. Some random thoughts towards next weekend's meeting,
since I won't be here unless we figure out a virtual way for us out-of-towners
to participate. [pause: go check on baby, sleeping soundly in her playpen. get
glass of water. back to computer. /end pause]



so today I'm in LA, and we have this party/open house thing, and I get to see
so many people I haven't seen in the five months we've been living on whidbey
island, in the almost four months since I became a mom. and so many
people want to know. what is it like? being a mom? how is it. being
a mom. and I answer and I answer and I answer. and I wonder all the time if
anything I'm saying is true. if I have any idea what it is, in fact, like.
which I know sounds odd because I am living it and I am it. I think what I
don't know is perhaps how I feel about it? I don't know.



q: what is it like, being a mom?

a: I think what's most different is that I am the kind of person who gets
caught up in what I'm doing, sitting at the computer, reading a book - I don't
get up until I'm done. and now, I get up constantly. and I'm learning patience,
and that it's ok if it takes ten times as long to do something.



q: do you like being a mom?

a: yes, I think I . . . well you know you just look at her and melt. I
get so happy.



q: how do you like being a mom?

a: I like it. It's great, mostly. I have meltdowns, which usually I think
are when I'm overtired.



q: life is different now, huh?

a: oh yeah, so different. wow.



these answers are all correct, they are all things I have figured out,
discovered, thought of in trying to define for myself what has
changed. [pause: baby stirs, go stand near baby's crib. is she waking
or just stirring? signs of distress on face, jerky stretches. quick
run to bathroom to pee, wash hands, come back, pick baby up. sit, nurse, think
some more, solve question. /end pause] now sitting with baby on lap,
typing with one hand, because even though she will stay asleep if I lay her
down for some reason I want to keep her near. what was the answer to
that question? wait, what was the question? :) I like to say I don't
have post-partum depression I have post-partum amnesia. :) [pause: go
lay baby down in crib after all as crimp in neck becomes really
uncomfortable from holding on lap and typing with other hand. /end pause] the
question was, why do I feel a sense of falsness in all my answers to the
questions about motherhood, being a mother? the answer I come up with: in a way
I feel like nothing has changed. I have not changed. I am still me. Now I
have Jessie, and she is amazing and exhausting and distracting and beautiful
and so so sweet, and I am still me. when I go to school [pause: baby
cries. run to other room. stop before getting to crib - no cry. stealthily peek
over sofa... asleep? asleep. /end pause] when I go to school one night a
week, several hours go by when I am consumed with other things, other thoughts.
I think of Jessie on the way home. I wonder if I am a bad mother becuase I
actually didn't think of her for a few hours. I realize that I am a
person defined by many things, one very large one is now motherhood, and it's
still one of many.



So - the reason I don't have good/satisfying answers to the questions: I have
undergone a seismic shift. everything has changed and nothing has
changed. it is indescribable. I don't know what it's like to be a
mother and I don't know what it is like not to be a
mother. I think I need a book club.



xo,

-lee



from Rebecca Gray:

h my GOD I like that BLOG idea.





from Stephani Nawyn:

You are welcome to share my message, although I don't want to offend anyone. I
think my experience might be unique; other moms might feel more isolation, as
if what they are doing as mothers is invisible. I feel like I'm constantly on
display, and I could use a little some isolation.



And I hear you about being buried in work; I hate setting a workaholic example
for Henry. And I hate the chaos my life has descended into. Perhaps we can
commiserate on that as well.



- Stephanie



Books

Dear Gals,

I have stumbled across a couple of books that I would like to share with you,
the moms in my life. I am finding that these books are creating, for me, a
community of support and reflection that I otherwise can't access via the phone
or email in the wee hours of the night, or more likely, during the abundance of
hours when the wee one is at my breast. One, in particular, is really making me
think, dream and articulate, and I thought it might be good to get together
over this one. It is "Maternal Desire" by Daphne de Marneffe and I
got it from the public library. Let me share with you a few excerpts from the
intro and propose an idea for gathering:



In discovering she was pregnant with their
third child, the author found that she was possessed with an overwhelming yet
inexplicable sense of freedom. A memory came to mind of the day she rode her
bike without her father's help "--unsteadily, but irrevocably." That
memory "captured a transition I sensed was taking place in my life. I was
moving from a shaky endorsement of a model in which children were fitted into
my previous life to a desire for a life centered on mothering, from which other
priorities flowed. Paradoxically, the outward complication of our lives was
introducing a radical simplicity. My feeling of freedom did not diminish, of
course, the real demands we would face in having another child… still, I found
the glimmer of freedom compelling, in part because its source-- my shift of emphasis
towards mothering-- felt so transgressive. How was it that at the dawn of the
twenty-first century, the ancient imperative that women mother their children
felt somehow liberating and new?"



"Every mother I knew, and virtually every mother I read about, grappled
more or less explicitly with the same painful questions: Where should caring
for children fit into one's life? What should one do with the desire to care
for one's children? How should one understand it, think about it, or talk about
it? No one expected to have easy answers, but it seemed that so often our
culture's response was framed as a matter of how little one could spend time
with one's children and not do them damage. So rarely did public discussion
take account of the embodied, aching desire to be with their children that so
many mothers feel. What's more, the vocabulary for this desire seemed so
limited, the language available for exploring it so constricted, that it was
hard to get a grasp of what part of the desire should play in one's decisions
and in one's very assessment of oneself."



"Women's desire to have children has survived the vagaries of
feminist suspicion and is now fully respectable and in public view. But the
territory that remains occluded, dogged with contention and strangely
unspeakable, is the territory of caring for children-- of spending one's
hours and days with them... and of its meaning and value not only to children
but to mothers as well."



"Embedded in the emphasis on the caregiving mother's nonentity status is a
tendentious refusal to recognize the pleasures, the self-expression and the
moral fulfillment mothering can afford. Mainstream feminism, with its espousal
of Western individualism as the basis of women's liberation, has been ill
equipped to recognize, let alone critique, this limited view. Though feminist
activism has helped secure for women the public power previously denied them,
it has done little to challenge the assumption that women who spend their time
caring for children are powerless, un-self-actualized and at the margins of
cultural life."



"We live in a culture that enshrines acquisition but profanes care. When a
person, still most likely a mother, feels the desire to care for her children,
our tired cultural scripts shed little light on the profundity of her
situation. This books offers a view of maternal desire-- its qualities, its
effects, its pervasive devaluation and misinterpretation in our individualistic
culture."



So, just a little taste. The author is a clinical psychologist
and in her book she draws on all kinds of theories about childhood development,
materialism, feminist issues, french feminist theory (my favorite), abortion,
sexuality and the eros of mothering, etc... It is can be a bit academic but the
chillier parts could be enriched by the sharing of resonances of our personal
experiences and thoughts. I propose that we agree on a date four to six weeks
from now and, for those of us in Los Angeles, create a potluck tea and gather
round with our babies to discuss the book, our lives and whatever else comes to
mind and heart. If you have another friend who might be interested, we could
invite her as well. For those out of town but interested, we could come up with
some ways for you to be a part of the dialogue too. I am open to ideas for how
to frame or structure the conversation. So, late me propose a date and time and
have you either Reply All or reply to me to get the conversation going.



How About: SATURDAY MAY 28TH OR SUNDAY MAY 29TH, noon to 2 or 3PM



If you are busy, feel no pressure. The exciting thing is there may be a bunch
of good books to read and discuss (Naomi Wolf's "Misconceptions"
looks good too!) For me, its either this or Winnie the Pooh. Let me know what
you think!



Love, and spit up.



Tracy