Wednesday, July 24, 2002

Please Update Your Links
Miscellaneous Musings has moved.... New Musings Can be found here

So long blogger....and hello MT :-)

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

Big Giant Important News
Thanks to the super talents of Julie, I will soon be unveiling a new and improved Miscellaneous Musings (in MT!). We (ha! - I say "we" as if I really have any idea how this stuff works) just need to do some final tweaks and then I'll share the new link.

The timing is perfect, too -- I really feel a deep transformation underway inside of me, and hopefully the new blog will help reflect that.

Monday, July 22, 2002

There is an organization/company called the Syracuse Cultural Workers that I like to support on occasion. They are a group of artists/social activists that sell cards, posters, books, etc. that support liberal and lefty causes near and dear to my heart (peace, justice, feminism, gay-lesbian rights, etc).

They have a mission statement that says, "No matter what our attempts to inform, it is our ability to inspire that will turn the tides."

Words to live by. When I think of all the negativity and judgement (especially online) that goes into trying to "educate" people, I often wonder just how much more successful and inspiring it would be to simply live your own truth. Not the "you should do this" or "you need to do this" or "I can't believe she did this" stuff, but rather the quiet, understatement example of a mother and her children living an attached, healthy, happy, balanced life. It may become one of my new goals for this blog, and indeed, all my online interactions.

Sunday, July 21, 2002

We had a great weekend. Friday night, while Eliz. was at my sister's, the rest of us braved a thunderstorm and went out to dinner at one of our favorite little Italian restaurants. The food was fabulous, as always, and Jax was in such great spirits the whole evening. Saturday morning we lounged around and did laundry, all the while missing Eliz. and wondering why the house was so quiet. We went to meet her in the afternoon at my sister's house -- she had a fabulous time and was eager to tell us all about her adventures. We hung out there for a while, then went out to dinner with my sister's family and our friends. The place was loud, but the food was good and affordable and the kids were happy, and we all had a blast. After dinner we just hung outside the restaurant for almost an hour -- the adults talking and laughing, the kids running around a grassy area and laughing.

It is so wonderful to see a group of children who know and love each other and who play really well together. My daughter (and soon my son, too) is so blessed to have this little tribe of friends to call her own -- her cousins, first and foremost, and then a few special friends as well. This world of children is so magical, so free, so giving -- I think every child needs this kind of circle to call his/her own. I think children get something so incredible from interacting with each other, with parents nearby but not really interferring. I think it fills a need that only other children can fill for each other -- it is something beyond the mother/child or alloparent/child relationship. There is just something so natural, so primal, so right about seeing a group of children running around carefree and easily.

This is one of my biggest motivators for staying in this geographic area, even though my heart often longs to live somewhere else. I just love that my children will get to grow up with their cousins (and close friends, although I suppose friends can be found elsewhere). When I watch my daughter play with her cousins, it just fills my heart with such joy. They are so close, like sisters, and the bond between them is just incredible. I often dream of living in Cambridge or Berkeley or some other reall cool college town where I can access to cool work opportunities, culture, arts, etc. -- but then I think, my goodness, can I really take my children away from my sister's family? Can I really break this bond, and only have them see each other a few times a year? It's something that I'm thinking alot about lately, as J. and I are trying to decide where we want to live (we'll be moving in a couple of years -- whether it's just to another town, or another state, is the BIG decision, and we are having such a rough time with it).

Well that was some tangent. Back to the weekend -- today we had a lovely time at a small family gathering at my cousin's house. This cousin, Denise, was (is?) my mom's goddaughter, and there was always a very special bond between them. I hope I can get closer to her and keep our families in contact -- I think it's something my mom would really like.

And finally, speaking of my mom, it's been almost a year since her death. Wow. I am sure it will be weighing heavily on my mind in the next couple of weeks, as I mentally and emotionally prepare for this anniversary. But this is a topic that I'm going to save for another time. I'm tired, and don't want to cry myself to sleep tonight, kwim?

Saturday, July 20, 2002

SHIT!! When I tried to restore my old template, I lost my old comments and had to reinstall a new comments box. Sorry 'bout that. Julie, we need to talk about MT, please!!! Blogger is kicking my ass! --- UPDATE: I restored my old comments, so if anyone happened to comment in the shortlived new (and now defunct) comments, they were lost.

I wanted to make one last point about this subject. I think too often things get muddled because we DO make these arguments personal, particularly when we assign ill intent to people. I think dirt said something like we will assume the best of our friends, but rarely extend the same courtesy to those we don't care for. It's human nature, it's understandable, but it also muddles up these debates.

To use the most recent example one last time, some people were upset that Tanya went on a theater related trip and left her children at home part of the time with their father. But as I recall, a couple of years ago, Rhonda left her children (all but her nursling) at home to fly across the country for a week when Heather had her baby. Now, I'm going to give both Tanya and Rhonda a positive intent here -- that they both felt that what they did on those trips was important to them, and part of their calling/passion/life's work (theater for Tanya, doula/being a good friend for Rhonda). Neither are pursuits (theater/doula work, I hope I'm a good friend, however) that I would personally pursue, but you know what, I am DAMN happy that there are people in this world who are called to both types of work. I am glad there are people who care deeply about both types of work, and don't think of one as less or more frivolous than the other. So, I think those of you who currently are assigning an ill intent to Tanya might want to think seriously -- and honestly -- as to whether or not you did the same for Rhonda, and why or why not?

And as someone who finds passion in reading the dusty old letters/diaries of people who lived 200 years ago, who am *I* to judge what other people are called/drawn to (kwim?). There are lots of worthwhile endeavours in this world, particularly those that spread some form of joy/understanding/peace/knowledge/inspiration/love/service to others. Even the guy who collects dryer lint and turns it into little sculptures is pursuing a worthwhile calling - because he reminds us to find art/usefulnesss in something that most of us just toss in the trash.
Okay, I am going to make a few disjointed (but all connected in my own mind) points about the current string of discussions about AP/mommies/daddies/priorities/etc.

First, I think it is really disingenuous and unfair to equate any separation/time away that a mom takes with "detachment." This is a false analogy in my opinion. A mother's physical absence does not equal detachment any more than her presence necessarily equals attachment (aren't there, for example, plenty of more "mainstream" -- whatever that means -- sahms who are home full time but are NOT attached to their children?) When I am in a coffee shop drinking a latte and reading a book, and my children are home with their father, I do NOT (repeat, do NOT) feel detached from them IN THE LEAST. I am taking a much needed "break" and some time alone with the primary purpose of feeling refreshed/rejuvenated so that I can do the best possible job I can as their mother. I still feel all the feelings of love, warmth, attachment, etc. for them as I do when I am with them. They are, I hope, secure enough in their attachment for me to realize that I am only gone a short time, and that I ALWAYS come back to them. They are, I hope, secure enough in their attachment to their father, that their time spent with HIM is focused on TIME SPENT WITH HIM, and not instead a lamentation of time NOT spent with me.

For me, at least, this isn't just about emphasizing that fathers ARE as capable as mothers of taking care of their children, it's about recognizing that time that children spend with their fathers is AS VITAL and AS IMPORTANT to their development/sense of well being/attachment/security etc as time spent with their mothers. It may not be the *same* but it is JUST AS IMPORTANT. I think we do mothers, fathers AND children a real disservice when we assume that time that children spend with their fathers is somehow a) necessarily detracting from the mother-child bond or b) somehow less than/less of a priority/less crucial than the time they spend with their mothers. FATHER/CHILD time IS and should be a priority in every child's life.

You see, I don't see love/attachment/security/etc as a zero-sum game. Love is not something that gets divided - rather it is multiplied and expanded when children are blessed with caregiverS who love and nurture and care for them. For example, the relationship that my daughter enjoyed with my mother (until her death) was one of the greatest blessings I could have given her. The warmth, love, and energy that my mother enveloped my child with was amazing -- it was nothing short of incredible (and I felt this way before her death, this isn't just some sappy melodramatic sense of loss/grief talking here). My mother was a true "alloparent" to my daughter. Their bond was strong, and fierce, and deep. And you know what? My daughter's heart being what it is -- full of love and warmth and attachment -- she is/was capable of being deeply and fiercely attached to ME, and her father, her Ma, and her aunt -- all at the same time. Her attachment to these other folks did not DETRACT from her attachment to me. She did not have to DETACH herself from me in order to ATTACH herself to other people. Rather, her heart learned, from its earliest stages, that love and attachment is something that is shared within a FAMILY -- and that those bonds are not the exclusive copyrighted possession of mothers/children.

I think this is, without doubt, one of the greatest gifts that I gave my daughter -- to allow her to develop strong and vibrant and true bonds of attachments with other adults in her life. I did not, in some state of matrydom/egomania/mother power stand in the way of that. And let's be honest here -- let's speak the unspoken that is rarely mentioned in these discussions of motherhood. Let's talk about the power that comes with being a mother. The POWER that comes with knowing that someone is so completely and totally dependent upon you for their survival and well being. Add to that the fierce, protective, amazing sense of LOVE that mothers feel (particularly attached mothers) -- and well, I think it sometimes creates a dangerous dynamic. This desire/effort to be the biggest influence in your child's life -- well, it can be a positive source of inspiration OR it can be something that you hold as power OVER your children (rather than as a source of EMPOWERMENT).

I think this is where this notion that the mother/child bond is so sacrosanct; so all-powerful; so untouchable that no other child/caregiver relationship can touch it comes from. It's about power. It's about keeping that love and awesome, amazing, breathtaking feelings that come with being in love with your child all to yourself. And in a way, it's about jealousy. Sometimes, we don't want to share our children's love with others -- we are so deeply and totally in love with them that we see others attention as a threat somehow to our own cherished place in our children's hearts. We don't necessarily want to compete with others for our children's love and devotion. Unless, of course, we are secure and confident enough to realize that our children's capacity to love is enormously great, and that as I mentioned above, love gets MULTIPLIED, not divided -- PARTICULARLY in the innocent, open, trusting hearts of children, who are not tainted by the abuses and misuses of love that come later.

Moreover, this sense of power that some mothers feel -- well, in a way, it's a way of making up for the power that is lost -- economically, status wise, career wise, etc. -- when a mother makes the decision to stay at home with her children and parent full time. Think about it -- if you are going to devote yourself so fully and so completely to the endeavour of raising your children, you have to, on some level, believe that ONLY you are capable of such an undertaking -- or, at least, you have to feel that you are the absolute BEST person to do this job. Yet if you allow, for example, that your husband or mother or other alloparent can ALSO be a source of love and caring and fierce attachment for your children, it doesn't necessarily HAVE to come at the expense of your job/sense of importance/etc. (and note I say ALSO, again, one attachment does not have to come at the expense of another). But you know what, if you are secure in your parenting, and your self, you CAN think of yourself as the best person for the job and still step away from that job for a couple of hours and know that it's still getting done well. Or, you can even take a more radical view -- and admit that despite the great importance of mothering, that having fathers/family members/alloparents in a child's life are just as important and essential to their well being as the job of mothering. That they provide something ADDITIONAL for children, something that mothers CANT fulfill all on their own because children NEED more than JUST THE GREAT AND ALL POWERFUL MOTHER/CHILD bond in their lives.

Am I speaking out of turn here? Or am I simply being too outspoken and too honest about the nature of mother love???

This is way too long, so I'll stop for now - oh, except to make this final point. I think mothers NEED more in their lives than JUST mothering. If you are someone who is fulfilled by mothering/housekeeping, and have no other passions, GOOD FOR YOU. I am seriously and honestly happy that you have found the calling that suits you. But if a mother happens to have another passion, calling, dream, aspiration, etc. -- well, I truly believe that she SHOULD find creative ways to pursue it. (And as a petty aside, let's not belittle other people's passions by calling them "hobbies" -- theatre is an art form, and art is necessary and vital to life -- not just a "hobby"). I think it is GOOD for children to see that their mothers have lives, and identities, and passions ASIDE from mothering. No, not ASIDE from mothering -- but rather as PART of their identities as mothers. Indeed, mothering may be my FIRST priority - but's not my ONLY one. NURTURING MYSELF AND MY CREATIVE IMPULSES is ALSO a priority. And I don't see that those priorities necessarily have to be in COMPETITION with each other (except for when babies are involved, I suppose, and even then, there are ways of WAH, etc. that can help one find a balance). Indeed, again, I don't see that pursuing something other than childrearing is even something APART from my mothering -- I see it as PART of my parenting, because it is PART of ME and MY SOUL. If I do not feel WHOLE, I can not be the mother I want to be. To be a whole self/soul, I have to allow room for expression for ALL of me. I owe it to myself, and to my children. Again, I don't know how to make this clear -- but when I start working on my school work again this fall, I won't/don't see it as "I'm putting something else ABOVE my children." I don't see it as misplaced priorities. I see it as an effort to be WHOLE.

I am reminded of a line from the movie, Chariots of Fire (one of my hubby's favorite). There is a character, Eric Liddel, who works with his sister as a Christian missionary/preacher, and is also an Olympic runner. When she insinuates that his running detracts from his church work, and that he should spend all his time doing his calling -- God's work, he replies, "Aiy, but He also made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure."

That's it for me -- I am devoted to mothering, but I also have talents and intelligence that I am going to use -- and when I use them, I DO feel the pleasure of the universe/goddess/creation within me. And I will NOT deny that -- and I will NOT teach my children to deny that either. (geez, I should have just started with this line - because it is so perfectly capturing my sentiments at the moment).

More later when I find the time.

Friday, July 19, 2002

Hubby's stuck in traffic, caused by some awful thunderstorms we're having. Sleeping baby still has me trapped in front of the computer.

I could blog about dads and AP and all that other stuff that's been on my mind, but I know my time is limited, and so I'll just leave it for another day instead, when I have time to collect my thoughts properly.

Oh, hubby's home.....yippee!!!!!
NAK-ing, sleeping baby draped across my lap right now, effectively trapping me in front of the computer.

*Sniff, sniff* my little girl just left me. My sister called today and invited her to sleep over there, and then leave bright and early tomorrow a.m. for a day's adventure with her cousins at a kids' play park. I gave Eliz. the option of either sleeping over there, or having me drive her up to my sisters very early tomorrow a.m. (my sister is the type of person who likes to leave really early for stuff and be waiting at the gates for places to open up, kwim?). She thought about it for about, hmmm, 2 seconds, before jumping up and down, screaming, "SLEEPOVER! SLEEPOVER!" Then proceeded to spend the rest of the afternoon asking, "is it time for Aunt Ree Ree to pick me up yet?" She is so excited, and I know she'll have a blast. My sister, for her part, knows that her girls will have an even better time with their cousin along (and that since they all get along so well together, it's not really any extra work for her), and she thought I could use a little break. Have I mentioned lately that I *heart* my sister?!

Now the idea of having a night/morning ahead of us with just one kid is somewhat of a thrill for hubby and me (and yet I still remember the days when I thought have one kid was SO hard -- amazing how quickly your perception changes when two kids are in the mix). And an unexpected thrill at that, since my sister came up with this idea rather spontaneously, and at the last minute. So, the three of us are going out to dinner (as close to a "date" night as we come these days) and then hopefully Jax will fall asleep relatively early tonight so that hubby and I can have some quality, um, cuddle time ;-) I'm even wearing a skirt for the occasion :-)

This is the bedding I am ordering for Elizabeth for her birthday -- only trouble is, it is backordered until the end of August -- I think that will be okay, since I will just tell her that the fairies need extra time to sew it for her :-) And it's a bargain at $30 for the comforter....the "princess" bedding she originally wanted costs something like $150 *just* for the comforter, than another $45 for sheets, and let's not mention all the little pillows/accessories. I'm sorry, but I refused to pay more for *her* bedroom stuff than I did for my own (especially since she still spends half her nights in my bed anyway, lol). I showed her this, and she quickly changed her mind (whew).

Wednesday, July 17, 2002

NOTE: I deleted my pathetic whine about feeling pathetic and unloved -- it was just a catalyst, anyway, for getting to the root of the matter -- which is this feeling -- this undercurrent of change/transformation -- that seems to be swelling within me. I need to muse about it some more, when I have the time, so for now I am only leaving the last part of my post here as a reminder -- that is, the end, which is really a beginning, of course..

And thank you Meagan, and Holly, for your kind words.

All this is related to my general feelings of transformation and change lately. I think, for me, there is something so powerful, so energetic, and so symbolic about swimming in the ocean that stirs something up, deep inside my soul, and makes me reevaluate and rethink where I am/where I'm headed. Perhaps that's why I have felt a bit "off" since returning from the beach. I feel like wrapping myself into a cocoon -- but while it's a dark place, I know that there's a big transformation or metamorphasis coming -- and I need a quiet place to think and reflect and realize my own potential. Actually, I wish I could go back to the ocean and lose my self and my thoughts for a bit more -- I just love the way I feel when I am surrounded by the earth's waters.