Sunday, March 9, 2008
My friend, Delaney, sent this to me this morning. It's a humorous but tender take on becoming a Mother for the first time while suffering from what scientists have now termed "mumnesia".
The Psychedelic World of Motherhood
There are whispered confessions of bliss, despair and frank ambivalence. "Sometimes I love her so much it hurts," reflected one friend, gazing down at her newborn daughter. "And sometimes it's just like I've been given a pet turtle."
I can feel myself slipping into a parallel universe: one where phrases such as Tumble Tots and Tiny Talk may actually mean something; where conversations that would once have seemed boring to the point of hilarity become an illicit pleasure; where a pale-faced stranger pushing a pram is no longer invisible, but draped in Boadicea's finery: a warrior-heroine in her own quiet way. Such is the psychedelia of motherhood - and this time, I'm told, the trip never ends.
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The Psychedelic World of Motherhood
There are whispered confessions of bliss, despair and frank ambivalence. "Sometimes I love her so much it hurts," reflected one friend, gazing down at her newborn daughter. "And sometimes it's just like I've been given a pet turtle."
I can feel myself slipping into a parallel universe: one where phrases such as Tumble Tots and Tiny Talk may actually mean something; where conversations that would once have seemed boring to the point of hilarity become an illicit pleasure; where a pale-faced stranger pushing a pram is no longer invisible, but draped in Boadicea's finery: a warrior-heroine in her own quiet way. Such is the psychedelia of motherhood - and this time, I'm told, the trip never ends.
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