Chapter One
Conclusion
Now let us go ahead and acknowledge the absolute absurdity
of the title of this blog. A true and silly oxymoron. Yet, isn’t it appealing?
Doesn’t it conjure visions of knitting stockings while rocking in front of the
fireplace as your cherub-cheeked babies peacefully play a with wooden blocks at
your feet? Ok, maybe that’s not a universally shared vision to behold, but
insert yours here. It’s what you might have imagined motherhood to look like
before you began to form an identity-conscious version of your adulthood and
your roles within it. Before you subscribed to the values of accomplishment,
achievement and success. Back when you were just plain living. Just a plain old
human being waking up each day and exploring what that day had to offer your
senses. This is what I’d like to get back to. Only now, I have the education,
experience, skills, and wisdom to do something with those experiences. Share
them with you. I am able to connect to my wider community of mothers because
I’ve learned how to think, interpret, synthesize, and express my thoughts in
written form. So that’s what I shall do during this journey of focusing on
motherhood. May it connect us and offer you something meaningful to chew on.
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