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danuvHave I let my motherhood define me? While it may be the most important thing I chose to do with my life, are my children the most important part of who I am?
As I've said repeatedly, I had no interest in giving birth so that I could hand them over to nursery school and then a schooling system to raise. They are my creative works. Raising normal, productive, well adjusted humans ready to become productive members of society has never been my ultimate goal.
That said, should raising them, crafting them, be the entire focus of my life with other interests relegated to 'craft' or 'hobby'? Does this make me a better mother? I don't believe so.
Who I am and how I live my life will have a dramatic impact on the kind of women my daughters grow up to become. I want to be a whirling living, learning creature, drunk with experiencing her days to the fullest, not someone who makes the best of her situation, gilding the cage she has put herself into.
Pardon me for repeating myself, I know that I am. But this has to become something of a manifest for myself lest I let it slide and wake up one day 15 years from now with two daughters who have grown in the shadow of a mother sleeping out her life.
As I've said repeatedly, I had no interest in giving birth so that I could hand them over to nursery school and then a schooling system to raise. They are my creative works. Raising normal, productive, well adjusted humans ready to become productive members of society has never been my ultimate goal.
That said, should raising them, crafting them, be the entire focus of my life with other interests relegated to 'craft' or 'hobby'? Does this make me a better mother? I don't believe so.
Who I am and how I live my life will have a dramatic impact on the kind of women my daughters grow up to become. I want to be a whirling living, learning creature, drunk with experiencing her days to the fullest, not someone who makes the best of her situation, gilding the cage she has put herself into.
Pardon me for repeating myself, I know that I am. But this has to become something of a manifest for myself lest I let it slide and wake up one day 15 years from now with two daughters who have grown in the shadow of a mother sleeping out her life.
