So the question arises, is there life in the middle? And if so, what the hell does that look like? And yet because life is constantly changing, constantly in flux, throwing you from one end of the spectrum to the other, there is no living permanently in the soft middle. The middle is only a place we visit, an inner sanctum we’re continually called to come back to, to find our ground, our solace, our resilience and our relief.
Read MoreSome little shitty voice tells me that though nursing, clothing, washing, cooking for, diapering, and feeding my babe is important, it's not AS important as my work outside of the home. It'll never be as important as the work that brings in cold hard cash.
Read MoreI used to think children ruined your life. I used to think I'd have no time for work or fun or rest. I used to think I'd be so worn down by months of middle of the night feedings that I'd be unable to function. I used to think having children would just be too hard.
Read MoreThere was a time when you thought you were wise. A time when you thought you had answers. A time when you didn't fixate on nap times and the question "what's for dinner?" And isn't it always when we gain some semblance of perceived understanding that it's time to become a student again?
Read MoreYou are not changed by motherhood, you are utterly transformed. Stripped of who you were (What the hell did you do with all that free time you used to have?), thrown into the fire, melted down to your core and built up again into someone you don't recognize.
Read MoreRound the clock feeding. Sleep deprivation. Aching back. Cracked nipples. Clothes that are now throw-up catchers. And the shit. Literal shit that somehow finds its way out of diapers and onto legs, hands, feet, and ears.
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