by Marilyn Krysl
Though I seem to wait
I'm moving at the speed of light
Though I seem to stand by?
I'm running easily over the windswept grasslands to where the river divides the plains from the mountains
Though I seem to stand by
I'm gathering the sweet and the bitter herbs in shade and in sunlight
I'm digging out the bones of the lost animals embedded in the lakes of tar
Though I seem idle
I'm releasing the father's fear into the wind, watching the wind disperse it
Though I seem idle
I'm sending the mother the energy of the waves of the deep and of the shallow waters
Though I seem idle
I'm traveling by night and by day over earth and over sea to meet the new being
When I time the contractions
I'm counting the sheaves of grain gathered in the mother's harvest
When I measure the opening
I'm calculating the number of followers in the mother's fields
And when I touch the father's shoulder
I'm? singing the many names of the ancestors who overcame fear
When I seem to pause
I send light to the father, to the mother, to the older sister
When I seem to pause
I send light to those who will wash and wrap the new being
When I listen to the heartbeat of the new being coming
I hear the tumbling of water down a great falls
When I learn forward, hands cupped for the head
I'm gathering together the rain and the desert heat
And when at last I hold the head in my hands
I've hoisted the sun to the pinnacle of the heavens
When I hold the new being in my hands
I've brought the mother, father, and child to the center of the eleven sacred circles
And when I lay the new being on the mother's breast
I'm sending the flocks of goats out to graze on the hillsides and in the valleys
I'm letting the fish loose at the headwaters of the rivers
I'm letting the birds go upward and out into the great migrations
When I clamp the cord in two places
I'm saying the child's two names, one from the mother, one from the father
When I give the father the tool to cut the cord
I'm binding three people together until the death of the last of the three
When I take the print of the new being's foot
I'm writing on the ancient tablet the word just uttered
When I wait for the placenta
I'm spreading bleached linen on all the mattresses of darkness
And when it comes, when I examine the placenta
I'm sorting the particles and waves in the spectrum of light
And when my work is finished and I go from the place of birth
I walk out across the fields of the planets into the spaces between the furthest stars
THE IMAGES OF A MOTHER
from THE COMPLEAT MOTHER MAGAZINE
4 YEAR OF AGE My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE My Mom know a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE My Mother doesn't really know quite
14 YEARS OF AGE Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE That old woman? She's way out of date.
25 YEARS OF AGE Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE Before we decide, let's get Mom's opionion.
45 YEARS OF AGE Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
DID YOU KNOW.........
If shop mannequins were real women:
THEY'D BE TOO THIN TO MENSTRUATE.
There are 3 billion women who don't look like super models
and ONLY 8 WHO DO.
Marilyn Monroe wore A SIZE 12.
If Barbie were a real woman, she'd have to walk on all
fours due to her proportions.
The average American woman weighs 144 lbs.& wears
between a size 12 and 14.
One out of every 4 college aged women has an eating
The models in the magazines are airbrushed.....
THEY'RE NOT PERFECT!!!!!
A psychological study in 1995 found that 3 minutes
spent looking at models in a fashion magazine
caused 70% of women to feel depressed, guilty
Models who twenty years ago weighed 8% less
than the average woman, today weigh 23 % less.
PLEASE SEND THIS TO EVERY WOMAN YOU KNOW. THERE IS NO SENSE IN OUR GENERATION OF WOMEN AND FUTURE GENERATIONS OF WOMEN KILLING THEMSELVES TO LOOK THIN. WE'RE SIMPLY BEING LIED TO....LOVE YOURSELF FOR WHO YOU ARE, NOT WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE....
A TOUCH OF LOVE (source unknown)
I gave this to my son upon his high school graduation and have shared it with many parents since..Enjoy...
You were six months old and full of fun
With a blink of my eye you were suddenly one
There were so many things we were going to do
But I turned my head and you turned two
At two you were very dependent on me
But independence took over when you turned three
Your third birthday another year I tried to ignore
But when I lit the candles there weren't three but four
Four was the year you really strived
Why look at you now your're already five
Now you are ready for books and for rules
This is the year that you go to school
The big day came you were anxious to go
We walked to the bus going oh so slow
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes
Time goes so fast it's hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home here with me
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown
So I'm holding these moments as hard as I can
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.
P E R S P EC T I V E
I used to end my Prepared Childbirth Classes with this poem. (Unknown Source)
As the years go by, you forget the bad parts. Or at least you put them in perspective as unimportant.
Before you know it, you're wishing you had a baby around again. But be careful not to wish you life away.
First you wish you were pregnant. And then you wish you had a big belly to show off. But when the belly gets to be a burden, you wish for labor to come. And as soon as it comes, you wish it were over. You wish for the baby, and then you wish he was older. You wish your children toilet trained and off to school. You wish them grown up. And then you get what you wish, and your children are gone, and you've wished motherhood away.
The time it takes to have a baby is so fleeting and so full of everthing, that maybe there isn't opportunity to savor it until it's over. And when it's over, you're left with you photographs and your memories and your regrets that you ddn't appreciate it all the more at the time. You forget how busy you were and how tired. You remember only how wonderful it was to be a mother, and is.
So savor every morsel of motherhood as it comes along. Especially if, like most women today you're only having one, or two, or even three children. In the course of a lifefime, that not so many times to do something as precious as making a baby.
It's important to make it count.