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.
It wasn't long after 9/11, September 11, 2001, that I began this website. I felt compelled to connect with other people around the globe. I had recently heard about "weblogs" or "blogs" and I dove right into Blogger.com.
I searched for others to connect with online and I found Ageless. It led to meeting many great friends to discuss events of the day. From then on it snowballed.
Most importantly we offered one another support and friendship across the globe; finding that we were just a few keystrokes away.