Thursday, March 12, 2009
I remember how I used to cry when I heard the song "Apron Strings," by Kate Bush. First, the tears were for my eldest sister-in-law, whose craving for a child emanated tragically. Later, the tears welled for my own lonely womb. Now the emotions conjured are a combination of these memories, joy at the luck of all the parents I know, and tenderness for those who have the longing to become parents.
The charmingly optimistic Montessori educator, sewist, and expectant mother who blogs as Sew Liberated has begun a series of posts with guest writers defining motherhood. Since this role tends to usurp all other aspects of my life and personality, and since it's a privilege and fascination for me, I'm enjoying the entries.
The first, succinct entry is by the marvelously creative Maya Made ,and reads:
Motherhood is... finding balance
~ when to hold your child's hand and when to let it go
~ when to listen to others' advice and how to hear your own wisdom
~ how to give to yourself, while you provide so much to everyone else
~ learning how to play and still get work done
~ learning how to get work done and still play
~ figuring out what is too much and what is just enough
~ flexibility vs. structure
~ spontaneity vs. routine
Motherhood is a bit like walking on a tightrope and balance is what keeps us putting one foot in front of the other.
Keep an eye on Sew Liberated's blog for further installments (there's a new one today!) on a topic near and dear, yet difficult to pinpoint with words.