Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Art of Mothering

Some days Mothering is a Van Gogh:  look too closely and it's a meaningless blur; stand back, and everything makes sense.

Other days Mothering is an Abstract; or you could say, with an Abstract Mother, anything can happen.

And here's the proof:

While I was abstract (existing in thought but not having a physical or concrete existence) Wade quietly ate cookie after cookie--but only the halves with the lemon filling. 

Count them.  Eight lemon-less halves of evidence left. 

So for today, I would like to share this essay on Motherhood written by Barbara Classen (from Prayers and Peanut Butter).


I know absolutely nothing about being a mother --- nothing at all.

--The end


Christie Rhodes said...

My thoughts exactly. The older my children get the less I know. I just love reading your blog. You have a wonderful view on life.

Anonymous said...

It's art, Mother. The leaning tower of cookie just wouldn't look right with yellow stripes!