A tribute to Clare's idea. My own, on this 7th day of October:
1. Finding an slow, easy acceptance in myself of today's picture of me: aproned, domestic, biscuit-baking, breadmaking, child-holding me. Last night I went to dance, so I guess today, as the house filled with Anna-mouse, and her Uncle and Aunt and Baby Cousin-to-be, I could accept that not all days can I be both mother and spirit that is free.
2. Anna-mouse in her pram being wheeled by the Bim round the picturesque streets of Quaint Town:
"Muuummmy, can I get out of my pram, please" Mother strides ahead, oblivious, pointing out local landmarks to our visitors.
"Mummy, I want to get out of my pram!" Mother again doesn't hear.
"Mummy I want to walk, Mummy." Still no response.
"LIVVY! I want to walk!"
3. Placing my hand on my sister-in-law's belly, waiting for signs of life. It's hard, taut, warm. A little chant begins which stays with me into the night, long after they are gone: this is a person, this is a new person, this is a person I will know and hold and love.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
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2 comments:
Hi Livvy,
Thanks for the salute to 3BT -- very much appreciated. You've really caught the idea well. Anna-mouse is such a sweet name for a baby!
Clare
I love #2! Just so you know~ That never stops. My twelve year old skips the mom, Mom, MOM! and goes straight to Rachel! when he has something important to say! LOL
rachel
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