Because being a mother in a country without paid family leave in late-stage capitalism feels like you’ve disappeared. Like a lightning bolt amidst a daydream swept you right off this earthly plane.
So much of this resonated. The piece about the onslaught of constantly being sold to. The fantasy with the chickens. The piece about needing more people. All of it. So so true. And all the direction on how to mother that feels so contrary to our natural instincts. Thank you for putting words to so much of what I’ve been feeling as a new mama to a 9 month old. It’s so incredibly beautiful and cozy and also weirdly lonely- something I was not expecting at all about motherhood.
Wow. This brought me to tears whilst empowering me all the same. Thanks for sharing this wisdom and outlook on revolutionizing as we mother and Nurture our babies.
I couldn’t love this more. The call to tend to the chickens and the garden is a real one, one I’ve had the fortune of experiencing for a time.
These days you need to pay for your village but you’re also frowned upon if you do.
The urge to delete it all is so strong, but also so difficult when one must help support a family financially. But bit by bit I am detaching myself from everything that makes me feel not enough, everything that plays on my insecurity’s so I will buy buy buy. With time you recognise these things earlier and quicker and it becomes easier to escape and find the long grass x
Oh the bliss you paint here! I loved reading this.
I’m so grateful to live in a community in Australia where much of this actually happens, and yet my heart grieves for every mother, including my own mother, who was stripped of these birthrights, to indulge the beauty and magic of motherhood in hands-on community.
This hits home. It has been more apparent than ever lately in my body how much I want to tune out and not listen to. So much of what comes in my inbox is selling me and trying to convince me I am not enough, I am doing all that I can to remind myself I am and let go of anything that is trying to make me feel less than.
I notice it all in my body too. Sometimes I realize I've been holding my breath, or breathing shallow. A byproduct of the heaviness we're all carrying attempting to do this "alone".
I’ve decided it stops with me. I’ve told my 6 year old daughter I will always be around to support her as a mother. It feels like a start.
A powerful pledge ❤️
I’ve been off IG for nearly a year and have missed absolutely nothing except for your posts. So excited to follow you here!
Oh Emily!!! These words warmed my heart. Thank you for being here and CONGRATS on divesting from Meta.
So much of this resonated. The piece about the onslaught of constantly being sold to. The fantasy with the chickens. The piece about needing more people. All of it. So so true. And all the direction on how to mother that feels so contrary to our natural instincts. Thank you for putting words to so much of what I’ve been feeling as a new mama to a 9 month old. It’s so incredibly beautiful and cozy and also weirdly lonely- something I was not expecting at all about motherhood.
I don’t know why there are always chickens in the fantasy but alas. There are so many of us alongside you. ✨❤️
Always chickens x
Wow. This brought me to tears whilst empowering me all the same. Thanks for sharing this wisdom and outlook on revolutionizing as we mother and Nurture our babies.
Honored to have my words read my other mothers who “get it”. Thanks for this, Arlee.
I couldn’t love this more. The call to tend to the chickens and the garden is a real one, one I’ve had the fortune of experiencing for a time.
These days you need to pay for your village but you’re also frowned upon if you do.
The urge to delete it all is so strong, but also so difficult when one must help support a family financially. But bit by bit I am detaching myself from everything that makes me feel not enough, everything that plays on my insecurity’s so I will buy buy buy. With time you recognise these things earlier and quicker and it becomes easier to escape and find the long grass x
Oh the bliss you paint here! I loved reading this.
I’m so grateful to live in a community in Australia where much of this actually happens, and yet my heart grieves for every mother, including my own mother, who was stripped of these birthrights, to indulge the beauty and magic of motherhood in hands-on community.
Moves to Australia
This hits home. It has been more apparent than ever lately in my body how much I want to tune out and not listen to. So much of what comes in my inbox is selling me and trying to convince me I am not enough, I am doing all that I can to remind myself I am and let go of anything that is trying to make me feel less than.
I notice it all in my body too. Sometimes I realize I've been holding my breath, or breathing shallow. A byproduct of the heaviness we're all carrying attempting to do this "alone".
🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 Great to have your voice here, Brittany. You are saying so many things that need to be said! -Amber @radical.homemaker on IG💞
With you. 🌹
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