Updated Daily: January 2007 - February 2020
-
▼
2016
(365)
-
▼
March
(31)
- no, you can't disguise your lies
- in its deepest essence
- the art of motherhood
- where magic and stillness collide
- the rare beauty of new life
- celebrating rebirth
- through me
- el sabor de mis puntos cardinales
- mother courage
- the joy of everything else
- el hijo de pachamama
- Spring Equinox
- self-discovery
- modern flamenco
- don't worry I'm quite tough
- tambien te amo
- soy mujer
- waves
- mis ojos se mueren sin mirar tus ojos
- life
- if it's love there is no in between
- the real lover
- phenomenal woman
- International Women's Day
- the way you carry it
- whatever pieces
- create the world you want
- guilty of an indiscretion
- dare to be powerful
- dance the freedom of women
- goals of her own
-
▼
March
(31)
SEARCH ARCHIVES
Tuesday, March 29
the art of motherhood
"...As daughters, we are brought up to believe we can achieve anything if we work for it, and this assumption, for many, leads to long, high-powered careers in which people do what we suggest...Then comes motherhood. Suddenly, we're not in charge. A tiny thing that can't walk or talk decides when (or if) we get dressed, when we eat or chat, whether we go out (probably not), and where (somewhere with child-friendly feeding rooms). Above all, it stops us sleeping. Resistance isn't the answer. By the birth of my third child, I finally got it: I should imagine I was a reckless student again for a few months, and everything would be fine - no set bedtime, no responsibilities, no deadlines that couldn't be extended, and no career plan. Long lie-ins and little afternoon snoozes; reading novels and watching daytime TV. Dashing from recently discovered coffee shop or gallery to tea at a new friend's apartment. I felt lost and out of my depth, but exhilarated by the sense of a new life unfolding, every relationship being reevaluated, and endless possibilities opening up..."
- Susannah Marriott © 2004
letting go of control
going with the flow
perfect imperfection
reevaluating relationships...for I am no longer the same person
I am a mother now...
originally posted in 2009