I guess parenting can be an easy thing for celebrities who can afford nannies, nurses, cooks, and makeup artists, and there seems to be a segment of the population who just can’t seem to get enough of whatever a celebrity posts.
But I love a woman without pretense, one with her feet firmly planted on the ground and a sense of humor, one who won’t be body shamed or obsessed with hiring a fitness trainer with an eye to the next selfie.
Women do an incredible and often under appreciated job – I’ve heard an indigenous woman say pregnancy and childbirth are our women’s sundance as they offer up the only thing anybody truly owns – their body.
The below link is to a photo montage and captions by Celeste Barber, a hilarious take on the realities that demonstrates “being normal is awesome” as opposed to affectatious.
This is a powerful story that speaks to the nature of women, motherhood, and nurturing.
It brings to mind the closing scene in the book The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck when a nursing woman breastfeeds a starving man – fictional, but little doubt just such an event has taken place during the history of humankind.
With the profoundly egomanical and out of touch personality presidential candidate Donald Trump has displayed he would probably refer to Luisa Fernanda Urrea’s mothering instincts and compassion as disgusting and flee her presence – I say the opposite is true, that it demonstrates the very best of what it means to be a human being, to be a woman and a mother.
” The needs” of this little creature – the needs of every newborn exceed those of corporate greed and the climate change deniers who have become corporate prostitutes sowing grapes of wrath and deceit – those needs demand the response of those who understand the meaning of the word human being, those who hear the crying of infants and the very earth itself.
I was talking to a woman in the midst of her second pregnancy and her approach to it is inspiring.
She offered the opinion that is it a joyous time filled with the mystery of a new life’s yearning to enter the world -that it is both a reminder and an affirmation.
And she wondered aloud if the earth, the mother of all things feels the same sense of wonder and awe when a seed is planted and begins to take hold and grow?
Does she take pride when they develop and are good and honest in their being? And likewise when they are not is she aggrieved?
Does she mourn the unborn, the afflicted, the bent and corrupted, when they are abused, or cut down in their prime?
Does the land feel the same sense of responsibility, humility and joy-does it view the origin of the seed, whether tree or any other plant, as being the father? Or perhaps a surrogate,a step father or uncle who Creator has assigned to that role?
There is mystery to these things she said, a mystery that in the act of becoming pregnant, giving birth, and motherhood draws women a little closer to the origins of our people, a little closer to the greater mystery that surrounds us all.
What a fine and exceptional woman-wise beyond her years, with a simple elegance in her approach to this experience we call life.