Monday, January 14, 2013

Raw*Candid*Real

New motherhood was hard for me; I was only a child myself. Motherhood calls forth from a woman a strength she didn't know she had and that is an incredible surprise to many of us. But sometimes a child calls for strength she doesn't have at all and she creates strength in the moment, as fast as it consumed by her child. There are also days when she has less than nothing left and it is only because her baby sucks physical sustenance from her that it gets any. Sometimes she has nothing to give her child but her breast.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A succinct and constructive critic of a novelist who writes of the theme you touch upon here: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2013/01/21/130121crbo_books_wood

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