putting my daughter to bed this evening, I decided to curl up in her bed alongside her for half an hour of cuddling. Talking, laughing and being close was the plan and success was had! By the end of our 30 minutes she had the sweet look of sleepy love on her warm cheeks and as the light went out in the room - our love was heavy in the air and I knew our hearts had connected together.
I'm working long hours these past few weeks, but only because I'm taking time off at Christmas both for her birthday and for the big day of Christmas itself. (these are two days apart in our house)
Doug was my hero today and stopped off to pick up my daughter after school to take her home for me while I was at work. It's wonderful to have people to ask things off and to trust enough to do so.
Some times the feeling hits me, the want of another baby to grow in my womb, to nurse at my breast; the feel of a finger wrapped up in my hair and the first sound of "mama" coming to me from this small creature, the result of love and my womanhood. A baby would be so many things wonderful but the reality of my activism today says I've not the time to give myself to a baby the way I once did in years past.
As my activism has grown and changed over the years, so has my motherhood. Oddly enough, these two important items are interconnected. My activism has grown age appropriately to my daughters age/my motherhood and to my ability to be able to explain who I was and what I was doing at any time to her.
Allena would make a good mom, and we've even talked about babies before. But is it going to happen any time soon, that I'll be pregnant and Allena and I co parenting our baby with Jim?
Jennifer
the mother & the activist
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
