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).

Motherhood

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

--The end