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Seasons Of Motherhood

Book; Seasons Of Motherhood

‘I would like to say these pills make me taller or smaller, or partial to erudite advice from a hookah smoking caterpillar. Sadly not. Their job is one of equilibrium. Stiff upper lip. To boldly weather motherhood.’

I’ve compiled a beautiful little book.

Twenty four pages of prose, stories and accidental poetry, all gorgeously illustrated by the wonderful Helen Braid

Its printed on recycled paper, a natty A6 pocket size, and limited to 100 copies.

You can order your copy here.

 

The Internet Saved Me…

I often imagine how life was for my mother with two small children in the 1970’s. I do have memories though; the linoleum flooring, stand alone cooker, spin dryer. I remember her constantly washing and preparing food, always preparing food. Every meal was fresh, apart from tins of baked beans and spaghetti hoops, there was very little in the way of convenience food. A microwave was the stuff of science fiction. Life was a lot slower, there were no electronic toys. The only hi-tech gadgets were the television (children’s programmes were limited to a couple of hours a day, and Saturday mornings) and the telephone. And of course, there were no computers…

The telephone. Apart from the letter, the telephone was the only mode mode of social communication. I think how isolating it must been for my mother. At home, with the kids, with very few adults to talk to. The phone bills must have been enormous. And how did those women cope who suffered from post natal illness? Where did they get their extra social support from? It must have been very challenging. I certainly don’t think I would have coped well at all…

When I had my daughter, I suffered from intense post natal illness that lasted nearly two years – high anxiety and other symptoms of depression. It felt like a form of post traumatic stress disorder. I had baby and mother groups, and my NCT group, to fall back on for support (as well as counselling) and even though these were very helpful, they only took place once a week.

But in the end it was the internet that pulled me out of the fug of sadness. I began a blog, this one actually, began to write myself out of the dark tunnel I found myself in. Two more blogs followed, and I discovered a talent I had no idea existed up until that point; I could write. Sometimes, wonderful things can emerge from the worst places. And it wasn’t just the blogs, it was the rest of social media, Facebook, Twitter… I found a network of other bloggers and parents, an online support system that has proved invaluable. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you can’t make real friends on the internet. Through social networking, I have made some wonderful new friends, many of whom I meet up with, and see at blogging conferences. On line friends are just as real… and sometimes more supportive, as they are often reaching out for the very same thing as you – support.

Reading blogs about mother’s who’ve suffered depression, and networking with these kindred spirits on line, made the the most enormous difference to my creativity, life and well being. I couldn’t live without the internet now!

Now I look at my mother with renewed respect. How she coped with the limitations of her day, I’ll never know. But then I guess she didn’t know anything different…

This is a collaborative post.