Four year old Goth period
Wednesday, November 1st, 2006Behind the dresses and tights, the blonde hair and blue eyes and perfectly posed camera smile, dark thoughts bubble in my daughter’s mind — we muse about it as her Goth period.
Behind the dresses and tights, the blonde hair and blue eyes and perfectly posed camera smile, dark thoughts bubble in my daughter’s mind — we muse about it as her Goth period.
Running into a former colleague last week, we began to catch-up the last 3 years in 5 minutes, as one might in a chance encounter. But we quickly stopped the high-level recounting of milestones when we connected on how becoming a mother changed our priorities.
I was questioning things from my pre-pregnancy life I had always accepted as fact. Moving into the second trimester of pregnancy, I was increasingly uncomfortable with what appeared to be popular rites of pregnancy for their lack of connection to the bigger questions of becoming someone’s mother. While I was open to learning how to behave from those who came before me, I was beginning to sense there were decisions lurking around every corner about which I knew absolutely nothing; and I had yet to scratch the surface of the medical pregnancy.
Even with my oldest, dearest friend I’m aware of holding back as I listen to her most recent progress report — she and I are at different places on the continuum of becoming a mother.