cha-cha-changes

For fun I thought I might cross reference each of my new posts against my "Manifesto" and see how many of my own rules I am in violation of with each tangent. Before I even begin I feel just a hint of "stating opinions as facts" creeping in.

Anywho, what is up with new moms who are "not going to change?" Perhaps I can also pose this question to Myself Circa 2006. For more fun, mayhaps I will include a list of pronouncements and proclamations that I made while kid #1 was in the metaphorical oven.

Reviving "Reviving Ophelia"

I have been an adolescent girl, I have worked with adolescent girls, and I have birthed two adolescent girls. Okay, not really, just trying to keep the continuity. I do have two girls that seem destined for adolescence and if the media and culture have anything to do with it, it will be sooner rather than later. The issues of girls are very much on my mind.

Maybe he's no romeo...a word about my man

After I had my first baby I began to notice something a bit odd. As sure as men in barber shops talk sports, women in play groups bitch about their partners. I was puzzled by this. Frankly I was riding some kind of euphoric love wave with my man after birth. We had just made a family. I thought he was a fantastic husband and father.

Lost in the Garden of Eden

When my first daughter got her first sickness, my husband and I had freaked out a little, on account of all the firsts. My first thoughts were; could this be something else, something awful? How would we know? My husband's first thought was more of a loud, angry edged question-"Where did she get this?" And it wasn't rhetorical. He seriously made me walk him him through the details of our week and give descriptions of the pallor and constitution of every baby friend we had come across. I found this both odd and futile.

Manifesto

Welcome to my humble project. "Hey Mothers, let's be sisters" is in its very early infancy. (I will not make habit out of child/project metaphors-no such promises with children/dogs however). It started with naive little me thinking I was really onto something by noticing the clash of philosophy among parents and the ensuing judgment, defensiveness, etc, etc. But before I could develop my book deal fantasy I had another realization, this has all been realized and discussed ad nauseum. Still, though, I find no peace. It bothers me that this parenting experience that is so profound, and that has filled me with more love than I ever thought a human heart could hold has moved me further, not closer, to humanity.

Pump up the Volume

Never thought I would start a blog...to the tune of "Never thought you would be a junkie because heroin is so passe". Seriously, am I starting a blog? It just seems that everyone, and I mean everyone, thinks they have something either terribly important or funny to say. I loathe those naval gazing blogs trying so hard for wit that it make me want to stick a fork in my eye; and yet here I sit, thinking how my thoughts are so a) relevant and b) humorous. How can I not share them? My intentions are more than simply narrating the minutia of my world. (more on my riveting and altruistic intentions later).