A month or two ago I was with a friend at a playground when she asked me how I was adjusting to motherhood. I don’t remember exactly what I said. Something about feeling pretty good about it, I think. And I do. I feel pretty good about motherhood.
But what I might have said had I had the presence of mind, is that more than any single thing I’ve encountered in 30 years on this planet, motherhood tests my bravery on a daily basis.
It has required me to develop a kind of unflinching courage in the face of screaming cars and mosquitoes and tiny not-yet-emerging teeth. I don’t mean to make it sound as if I walk around terrified. In fact, it’s just the opposite. Motherhood has forced me to tap into the part of myself that is not fearful. It requires that I dare to leave my tiny child in someone else’s capable hands while I work. That I courageously enter a crowded subway car in a week when everyone’s whispering Ebola. That I am undaunted by crossing streets or climbing stairs or nursing in public. And of course, this is just the everyday stuff.
In case you’ve missed them, here are some of the pieces I’ve been writing about motherhood lately. I realize this stuff might not apply or appeal to everyone, but in case it does, I thought it might be nice to put the pieces all in one easy-to-find spot.*
Baby’s Firsts: The Myth of Missing Out
Anything To Get a Laugh
Tender Days: Thoughts on Postpartum Healing
Natural Childbirth for the Non-Athlete
Beyond Breathing: What We Really Learned in Our Natural Childbirth Class
*Here’s a funny thing about freelance writing: headlines. Did you know that writers rarely write their own headlines? These are what the stories might have been called—you know—if I were master of the universe.