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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a mother grieving in advance... oh how we try to protect our children! As if! Like you, I think motherhood is just one choice in the world, not a necessity and not a marker of a value of a life. I do know that for me, it's the most important thing I've ever done. And what it has given me is an experience of love like no other. My kids are not perfect, I am not perfect, and it has been a rocky road. And yet -- I'm so grateful. Thank you for encouraging students to remember Mama. xo
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