If I had never become a mother, I would be a completely different person from who I am today. I certainly don't believe that every woman has to be a mother, and there are plenty of other life paths, but for me, motherhood has been transformational. I love Idra Novey's description of her son as "the mixed-fruit marmalade in the kitchen of me." I shared that poem in this post in June 2013.
I was thinking this week of a poem I wrote in 2015 about motherhood, because I am reading a retelling of the Iliad with my eighth graders, and the poem was about Thetis, Achilles' mother, and how she tried hard, and ultimately in vain, to protect her son from danger. Here's that post. (My poem is the second half of the post; it starts with a little Keats.)
In January 2012 I shared "A Mother to her Waking Infant," by Joanna Baillie, in this post.
You'll find today's line of the Progressive Poem here.
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