(Chah-Mm-Bell-Eena) Once: My Virtual Italian Notebook. Now: Everything I Love.
Also: the best little donut you've ever tasted.
Friday, September 23, 2016
So Glad They Told Me -- My essay's in it!
I'm really excited to have a piece included in a new collection of essays published by the HerStories Project Press. It's called "So Glad They Told Me: Women Get Real about Motherhood."
The book, which you can order here, contains 60 essays by writers who are also mothers and who have all written about a very useful piece of advice another mother shared -- often at a moment of crisis. At a moment where motherhood seemed overwhelming or, in my case, where impending motherhood was such an unknowable landscape that I was tempted to make all kinds of decisions I would have later regretted.
In my case the "they" is my sister, Trish, who wisely counseled that I may not want to make any decisions about working while raising my son until my son actually arrived. I think she must have intuited something I learned later: I like working. The work that I do is so intrinsically part of my personality and contributes so decisively to my well-being that it's not a negotiable. It's a necessity.
I was humbled and amazed by the experience of pregnancy and
childbirth. I was also overwhelmed by the demands of being a first-time mom.
My maternity leave days, in the full heat of an Atlanta summer,
were often just a series of failed, desperate attempts to coax a nap out of my
infant son, Leo. I’d embark on long walks in the stroller in the hopes of
inducing sleep. Or I’d walk him around his room for what felt like forever.
I even consulted a sleep specialist. I knew establishing solid
sleep routines would be key for his development. But I also needed time alone
to think, to be me, to use my brain in different ways. I quickly found most days I longed for any kind of a break. When
my partner came home from work some nights, I would go swim laps in our
neighborhood pool, and then drive around the park, practically in a trance, as
I blasted a Bruce Springsteen song about desperate love.
In other words, I was beginning to realize I could bear being
away from my child.
When I returned to my job months later, I remembered I liked work, and I liked interviewing people, and
considering proposal ideas, and synthesizing large amounts of information into
digestible stories for my audience. I liked having a specialty. I liked living
in the world of ideas.
In short, after three months of doing no work, of barely looking
at my work email, and avoiding news updates about anything I might have
covered,I realized I’m
not someone who could stay at home. I’m not someone who can be fulfilled
without working for pay.And
a big part of being me consists of writing, ruminating, and reflecting—on
something other than diaper rash.
It was as if my personality was suddenly, instantly
crystallized—for me. One of those moments where all you can do is slap yourself
on the forehead, and go, “Duh.”
Il sole quando sorge, Sorge piano E poi la luce si diffonde Tutto intorno a noi Le ombre ed i fantasmi della notte Sono alberi e cespugli Ancora in fiore Sono gli occhi di una donna Ancora piena d'amore. (il mitico Lucio Battisti)
Dante's Inferno (opening verses)
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita. * Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte che nel pensier rinova la paura! * Tant' è amara che poco è più morte; ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai, dirò de l'altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
CANTO I, 1-9
Beach parking lot -- Peschici (FG), Puglia
Few things make me laugh as much as the sign on this building.