2011 - Talk Birth

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They both make me happy when I look at them and I added them to my living room side table altar/sacred
space.
Footnote: I started this post on June 17 and am now finishing it over a month later. Simultaneous corngrinding
and mothering can be very sloooooow.....;)
1. http://www.americanpopularculture.com/journal/articles/fall_2004/kadish.htm
2. http://talkbirth.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/
birthing-the-mother-writer-or-playing-my-music-or-postpartum-feelings-part-1/
3. http://talkbirth.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/
birthing-the-mother-writer-or-playing-my-music-or-postpartum-feelings-part-1/
4. http://talkbirth.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/img_0991.jpg
5. http://talkbirth.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/img_1009.jpg
The Ragged Self « Talk Birth (2011-08-25 09:34:55)
[...] it all.” They’re my “tribe”—the village that comes to help me grind my corn. I rely on having this time and so
when I don’t get it for some reason, I become very ragged [...]
talkbirth (2011-07-30 15:46:05)
The last line about having been working on it since June 17th?
♥♂►The Perfect Birth◄♀♥ (2011-07-31 10:54:59)
I think that if our society had more of a group spirit, all working toward the greater good together, we would have
this kind of parenting environment you speak of. It sounds like something that wouldn’t be in our future, but I think
maybe it is. I think we live in isolation because everything has become very self-based. This has a few pluses but some
obvious minuses, as you’ve noted. You know, I don’t like much when people think that being a mother is my job.
Or when I’m patronized that I do ”work” full time, because ”that’s hard work too! maybe the hardest ’job’ of all!” I
understand that they are trying to give me credit, but I don’t consider being a mom a ”job”, and even though it can
be ”hard work” sometimes, I don’t ”work full time” by being a mother to my children and staying at home with them.
I don’t know. I guess I felt that terminology demeans the kids (in addition to sounding patronizing or condescending
to me). I don’t need the labels of ”work” to feel worthy in what I do with them. Our love and growth is fulfilling in
a way that shouldn’t require we sanction or validate it by categorizing it as something reduced to an extended chore
or obligation. I think it could and should just be what it is without everyone’s approval, but maybe this is just my
little rant? What is interesting is when you do have something you consider your ”work” (something like you were
mentioning as it relates to your *person*), refer to it when the topic arises, and people think you are talking about
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