Mothering


A girl and her dress

A girl and her dress

I had failed as a mother not in a vague, ambiguous sense, I had failed in a very concrete way. I had forgotten to take portraits of Celine in her dress.

And then there was a Prom

And then there was a Prom

Our homeschool community had a Prom this spring. Our beautiful, teenaged and young adult kids in fancy clothes, being feted and photographed by their grey-tinged, a wee bit wrinkled, camera-happy, tired but proud parents.

The other side of spring

The other side of spring

A list of our spring activities, catching my breath, processing motherhood and this busy time of year.

The warmth of May

The warmth of May

Spring re-orients our linear experience of life (birth, growth, death) to the circular rhythm of the natural world. And in spring I'm reminded that I'm smack dab in the middle of the growing time, a season of life bursting at the seams with creativity and activity.

A mama milkweed guarding her chrysalides

A mama milkweed guarding her chrysalides

As parents, we're sheltering chrysalides. Like the milkweed plant, parents can provide the conditions that make their children feel safe to hold onto them during their most vulnerable time.

Walking each other home

Walking each other home

It is a complicated place, this world. And everyone I know is trying to make a home, find and build community in whatever way they can on this blue-green earth.

Landing in Berkeley California

Landing in Berkeley California

Life feels like a gauntlet sometimes of decisions and relationship stresses, social commitments, text notifications, and traffic. I just need a break. I can't escape all the necessary work of life, but as much as possible I'm going to carve out a time here in Berkeley that is restorative and restful. I'm going to take a vacation.