Have begun reading Sue Monk Kidd's newest book, Traveling with Pomegranates, written with her daughter, Ann, and am blown away. Very timely for me. She speaks of a journey the two of them took about 10 years or so, when her daughter was 22 and Sue was about to turn 50. The clicker is that my oldest daughter is to turn 22 this Fall, and I'm already 50. Lots of similarities just in those two facts....things that would register for many mothers moving into an unfamiliar region of their own lives and reflected on what their daughters have yet to experience.
This quote made me cry:
Even now, I sit here after midnight, and being that I'm never on the computer this late, I feel the tug of rebellion. Like this isn't where I should be, rather I ought to be in my routine. Bed. But I had to write, so here I sit. Now I've got that tiny bit of wording off my chest and can rest. Not sure if I can put the book down yet, or not, though.
Am all stirred up. But in a good way, like a dam has finally opened up a bit to let out some of this tension I've been feeling.
This quote made me cry:
"My children have always existed at the deepest center of me, right there in the heart/hearth, but I struggled with the powerful demands of motherhood, chafing sometimes at the way they pulled me away from my separate life, not knowing how to balance them with my unwieldy need for solitude and creative expression."
Even now, I sit here after midnight, and being that I'm never on the computer this late, I feel the tug of rebellion. Like this isn't where I should be, rather I ought to be in my routine. Bed. But I had to write, so here I sit. Now I've got that tiny bit of wording off my chest and can rest. Not sure if I can put the book down yet, or not, though.
Am all stirred up. But in a good way, like a dam has finally opened up a bit to let out some of this tension I've been feeling.