The announcement that Netflix will offer a year of paid leave for new parents is great... for Netflix employees. But what about everyone else?
It’s embarrassing to write about your boobs. It’s even more embarrassing to have a sports bra that looks like a girdle. But the fact is, other people are staring at them, and commenting on them, and have been, since I was one of the first girls to develop, back in sixth grade –- so after a while, I might as well be the one telling the story.
Is there a "motherhood club"? Do all mothers have some kind of connection with one another, or does being a mother not necessarily mean you have anything in common with the other mothers of the world?
I am walking home from daycare with my daughter and I am wondering, "What's that feeling?" "... that intense pounding, that rush, that I'm feeling in my chest, in my bloodstream?" "Oh," I realize. "That's love." It is so intense, this feeling, that sometimes I can't contain it. Sometimes I think it will rush out of me like teenagers at a party when the police show up -- and it can feel just as awkward as this, as gangly and pimply and dumb and joyous, high on wine coolers and being felt up, as out of control, as unprepared, as fresh and urgent and important and confusing and intense.
My daughter fell down today. My heart felt like someone pulled a fire alarm. I want to teach her resilience...
Motherhood isn't a glamorous business. I just walked into the bathroom and thought, "Ugh, what's that horrible smell?" Then I realized it was me, thanks to the spit-up cascading down my shoulder onto my arm.
I will carry water when you’re thirsty. I will place honey on your tongue. I will fill your belly with eggs & kisses. Photos by YST, Siona Karen, foodiesathome.com & yours truly (that's me & Alison).
The early weeks were so much easier than this in-between, this straddling the old and the new, the familiar and the alien, as I inch towards re-inhabiting my life beyond Having a Baby.
It's humbling, this business of being a mom...channeling all of your creative and intellectual abilities into getting a 7-week-old human to close her eyes, fall asleep, and stay asleep...
People have been asking me to start blogging again, and I'm flattered... but what do you blog about after giving birth? The way my skin stretched in ways I thought it never could, and out she came? (Sorry if that grosses you out.) The way my heart has stretched in ways I never thought it could? Doing flip-flops and bungee jumps, stretching wide... wider...