I have been slowly working my way through the Tao Te Ching. I keep coming back to 48, because I think its message is particularly relevant to mothering.
I am going to take it a couple lines at a time for a few days. Now that NaBloPoMo is over (yessss!), I don’t feel any sense of obligation to Post – except a tiny bit toward Mizmell. But I am going to try and find ways to stay consistently present here and just see what that feels like…
These are the first two lines from #48.
In the pursuit of knowledge,
every day something is added.
These lines kinda perfectly describe my first, oh, nineteen years of mothering. I studied mothering. I pondered it. I sought as much information from as many reliable sources as I could find. I worked the problem of what kind of mother I wanted to be. I talked with my friends about every possible detail of mothering. I even spent a couple of years working as a journalist writing about mothering. I was happy with the work because felt I was getting paid for books I would have read anyway.
I spent many years building my mothering self out of other people’s bricks.