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posted by
Straightforward
on July 8, 2006 at 5:18 AM
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I worked
in the city through both pregnancies and while colleagues were always fine and caring (we were all much of an age) it was young woman on the trains who were least sympathetic. One day they will understand. I was studying part time and went back to university six weeks after my first. Six weeks after the second one I was in the midst of a house extension and went in for major surgery.
Strangely enough I have far more energy now
posted by
Azur
on July 3, 2006 at 7:35 AM
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azur
my experience was that women of my own age whom I hadn't really spoken to before (working in a large corporation) would actually be quite friendly. I remember being the most pleased when a high-flying friend (now a mega-star in that world) herself became pregnant. I went to visit her one afternoon, having by now opted for full-time motherhood, to find her mowing the lawn barely three weeks after giving birth. That would be one disciplined baby.
posted by
mneme
on July 3, 2006 at 5:46 AM
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mneme
I agree it is a levelling experience although I recall older woman engaging more than younger women
posted by
Azur
on July 3, 2006 at 5:18 AM
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So true, muser..
and I am smiling at the thought of that
posted by
mneme
on July 1, 2006 at 7:26 PM
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...you won't recognize it either, mneme, three days after he gets home!
posted by
muser
on July 1, 2006 at 9:25 AM
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azur, I'm happy that you could relate to this...
- My job is done...:) I didn't set out to express collective motherhood, but I realise it is probably the most significant thing that all women share. I noticed, when pregnant, what a levelling experience it is - even women I barely knew would stop and exchange pleasantries, and swap stories.. might write about that too sometime...
posted by
mneme
on June 30, 2006 at 7:52 PM
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I like this
I could replace the age with 11 and the eyes as hazel and it would work for me
posted by
Azur
on June 30, 2006 at 7:40 PM
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Thank you muser..
I have found that since I began to set my own thoughts down in the shorter rhythms of poetry, this has become more and more the form I choose, for those times when you need to just set it down rather than talk about it. And of course he is having fun. He won't recognise his room when he gets home.
posted by
mneme
on June 30, 2006 at 7:33 PM
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mneme...this most lovely poem is probably universal in scope. I can
empathize...we give birth to our sons... their lives emerge from within ours; we were literally connected to them at the time of their birth. We love/loved them so much...too much, often...that the blessing of motherhood became a curse as well... because we can't not worry. Worry is guaranteed 100% with sons. Ah...the wet towels on the floor...that all mothers know they shouldn't pick up, but are somehow compelled to do so. yes, the messy room... boys love messy rooms! We push and prod them, we try to instill our values into them, work hard to mold and shape them into the fine young men we want them to be...and then... we know we have become a successful parent...when they spread their wings, and leave us...
posted by
muser
on June 28, 2006 at 3:58 AM
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