Last month, another child arrived in our midst, and I stood again with the questions of birth. What is it in labor that women share? What do we each hold and endure ultimately alone? What does it mean to deliver a child? We know what we’re laboring for, but what are we laboring with?
Poetry and trying (again) to understand our experiences of birth in this month’s get born post.
There’s no question we’re privileged. So how come I have to say it? How come I have to enter the first day of each semester with statistics to convince students at a private college that they are, indeed, experiencing a privilege? How come I’ve toyed with showing my 5 year old Girl Rising to shame him into being grateful for the opportunity he has?
How digging into privilege will help get Soren on the school bus in this month’s get born post.
One year ago I was on the brink of a decision. Now that I have a signed contract for a year of stable income, that decision can become part of a larger circle. Wrestling, wrestling in this month’s get born post.
“Though my childhood youth group leaders considered No Swearing one of the (many) 11th commandments, they never managed a proof text. But more essentially, when my girlfriend, who lost her mom when we were in high school, says life if f*cked up, she’s speaking the truth.”
Click for this month’s R-rated post on trying to teach my kids about (not) swearing.
I’m suffering insecurity and guilt, but it’s easy—easier than actually looking. Easier than actually asking—in earnest, in humbleness—if I’m being a good mother. It’s easier to feel guilty with everyone than to feel good alone. It’s easier to be unhappy with my body and belong than to, than to, I don’t even know what. Is there something else?
Alfred Korzybski brings on stream of consciousness in this month’s get born post.
Whenever someone asks me “Which are your days off?” I never know what to answer…. Do we really have any idea what we mean by “work”? Click for this month’s get born post.
“She’s not a princess. And she’s not beautiful because of what she’s wearing.” On why my daughter is not a princess in this month’s get born post.
“…for all the currents toward a merry Christmas, hope’s prerequisite is brokenness. Hope’s forgotten soul is insufficiency….” Click to wrestle through the Third Sunday of Advent.
April Vinding 