Archive for July, 2009

 

The two Janes

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Pseudonym or real name? … not important. These women brought me up unwittingly while paying me to help bring up their own children … when I was barely over being one myself.

Later when I was pondering the huge decision of whether or not to have a child, the first person I asked was one of the Janes. She never tried to convince me one way or the other, merely told me that having a child would allow me access to a different part of life – like studying part time or getting a new job or moving house or country. All these things have the same effect on your life: they make you adjust to something new.

The same Jane gave me some very useful ‘no nonsense’ tips on bringing up baby:

If you need to go to the toilet or have a shower, your child will survive your absence

A child can’t die from crying

A child will not starve itself … i.e. if it hasn’t drunk exactly 300mls of milk, it’s because it doesn’t need it

You can’t look after your child if you don’t look after yourself

Turns out she wasn’t much help once baby was born. Maybe she thought I was all grown up and ready to tackle life on my own finally.

Facebook Friends

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

I had friends … you might call them acquaintances … in London, who have moved back to South Africa, had children, and totally dropped under the radar. I know it is normal to change friends when you have a child … after all you have a new identity and you need to be comfortable with that new identity without feeling like a total fraud because you have become a totally different person. Then there are the friends you have that are even better friends for the very same reason.

And then there are the Facebook friends … the people you once knew but who have now become their children – even on Facebook. I battle to get even a glimpse into the lives of people I haven’t seen in years because they have placed themselves behind their new personas as parents. There is the tricky issue of new last names … an argument I won’t get into as I kinda get the deal even though I am totally anti the idea myself … and the fact they use pictures of their children for their profile pictures. And all they ever discuss are things to do with theirs or other’s children and child-related things.

It’s fine to be proud of your children – obviously I realise that – but surely you lose yourself if you never let yourself see the light of virtual day. Somewhere behind the parent lurks the free-spirited singleton … surely!

Perhaps it is my own character that is flawed in thinking that no one could possibly be that attached to parenthood to want to become someone else in order to fulfil a stereotypical role. But is it too much to ask to just have my friends back the way they were even when I know they will never be the same again …?

Sibling lessons

Monday, July 27th, 2009

People place a tremendous amount of pressure on the unborn siblings of their children to teach them how to share, be sociable, play nicely and be well-balanced humans. They don’t seem to realise that these are skills that can only be learned from parents and role models and that siblings tend to teach the complete opposite … like how not to be any of the above.

I am one of four and I learned how to keep to myself and to hang on to my stuff as tightly as possible lest it be wrestled from me or taken in the dead of night. My siblings totally screwed me up. Norman Bates was not an only child … he just killed off his siblings before turning on his mother.

Ps and Qs

Friday, July 24th, 2009

It takes diligence and discipline and it’s boring as hell to implement, but if you keep at it relentlessly, it eventually becomes a part of them.

Of course it’s often the easier option to just do everything for them but, in baby steps, you can keep reminding them to do things like go to the toilet first thing in the morning, blow their noses instead of using their sleeves, greet people they meet and say please and thank you. It eventually becomes second nature and they do it all for themselves. Granted there are parents who don’t want their children too independent because they feel less needed (see post, ‘Procreating out of boredom’) but, like Sasha said, they should just get a puppy.

The most important part of constantly reminding them to say please and thank you – especially to you – is that, if they don’t say please and thank you to the person who does almost everything for them (you!), then they will end up thinking there is no need and will, therefore, start taking you for granted.

Uno vs Duo

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

There are friends who are getting on … sort of 40ish … and think that they might adopt, use a turkey baster … whatever … because they don’t want to miss out on having kids. But they are concerned about being single mothers. Well, there is an argument for that … as there always is.

When you are a single parent, you make sure things are as you want them, you take care of everything and stuff just sort of settles into place because you are in control of the outcome. When you have to rely on a partner, there is a far greater risk of being disappointed, let down and just generally pissed off because if you think you can relax when your partner is around to share the drama, it generally turns out that, as involved or interested as he is, he just doesn’t do it the way it’s meant to be done – he does it the way he thinks it should be done … and no matter how much coaxing and coaching you do, he will always think he knows better than trust your more experience-based knowledge. Just because men are men, it doesn’t make it suck any less … it just makes the alternative slightly easier to deal with.

Running screaming from motherhood

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

When I was desperately trying to find paying and/or volunteer work so as to not have to be at home with my child, it had less to do with getting away from him and so much more to do with getting away from the person I was terrified of being. I have always sold myself as a mother who runs screaming from motherhood … and that is exactly who I am. I don’t think I ran away from my baby, I believe I ran away from myself as the person having the baby.

I have identified myself by so many different things in the past. I am and have been a runner, a sister, a photographer, a consultant, an adventurer, an employee, a bulimic, a daughter, a swimmer, a friend, a hiker, a traveller, a shoe lover, a writer, a volunteer, an executive, a drinker, a scholar, a BMX rider, a failure, a girlfriend, a mess, a wife, a party girl, a poet, an employer, a shopper, a patient, an explorer, a lover, a thinker, a designer, a squash player, a rebel, a teacher, a critic, a pragmatist, a success.

So many things and so many changes … yet it was just the one label – mother – that totally flawed me. As I change yet again, I am reminded that I have to accept the role I am in and not necessarily define myself by it.

Void

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009
Hollow womb. Bloodied ground
cannot be heard on echo breath.
Empty nostrils sniff out the sound
of silence in a heartbeat’s death.
Pull a child from chink of day,
breath beats on in empty lungs.
The echoes of the dead still pray;
mute serf cut out their tongues.
Darkened holes of eyes drill deep.
A person turns to fill the space.
An empty body chants a beat
when incense idols leave this place.
The earth revolves and spills its light.
Bend, wring, echo twisted life.

Hollow womb. Bloodied ground
cannot be heard on echo breath.
Empty nostrils sniff out the sound
of silence in a heartbeat’s death.

Pull a child from chink of day,
breath beats on in empty lungs.
The echoes of the dead still pray;
mute serf cut out their tongues.

Darkened holes of eyes drill deep.
A person turns to fill the space.
An empty body chants a beat
when incense idols leave this place.

The earth revolves and spills its light.
Bend, wring, echo twisted life.

So what is it you’re doing now?

Monday, July 20th, 2009

It’s happened. That face that I saw in the mirror three years ago, two years ago and even last year was a different face to the one I see today. I saw a mother on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I saw a person stuck in societal traps, and I have been punching my way out of that box for years. I am out. After years of self-doubt, self-flagellation and general self-loathing, I can today look in the mirror and see a different reflection.

I used to hate that question: ‘So what is it that you do?’ I used to stumble and stammer and make a total botch up, not knowing what exactly I did do … I was stuck in a kind of limbo, a time warp between lives or stages. Having a child in your 30s does lend itself to a small amount of confusion when all this happens and you automatically assume it is the proverbial mid-life crisis. I have grown up with a mother who has always tried to force me into the housewife box, a box that is both too small and too regular in shape to fit even my big toe … so it stung when people automatically made that assumption as soon as I gave birth (a lot like the people at my wedding who made the assumption that I would cease to work as soon as the nuptials were complete). I could have claimed to be on maternity leave but that would have prompted more forceful enquiries of, ‘So, what is it you do?’ i.e. what great job is this maternity leave sandwiched between.

After years of trying to find my mojo and getting myself into a tizz over not earning, not achieving, not contributing and making not the blindest bit of difference, I found my space and my place. I made a choice. I’m working on my second book and in-between writing days I do volunteer work in community schools. I suppose I am lucky that I did well for myself before having a baby, and my husband is able to cover the bills. But it is not an easy choice relinquishing power and accepting a dependant role. I have made a lifestyle choice for the whole family, limiting our earnings to a single income and I have to live with the consequences. But, paying or not, I have never enjoyed any job more than the ones I am doing now so that makes it a relatively easy choice after all.

Peddling Severed Parts

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Looking takes everything
Fits their souls
Sometimes
A baby sniffing soft arms
The pebble rolled of sand
The eternal
Small grains assemble
Eye out cliff’s fissure
Little suns
Can’t breathe
When the moment spits them to you
Little sun
Leave behind hucksters selling god
But at last yourself be.

Transcend Contradiction

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

a new reality of  

  broken pathways on
trains, cars, buses     stairways to heaven
hashish and     saffron robes
marigolds on the river     melt and blend
and market cows     vending rules
in yoga pose     of life
chime death     behind the curtain
of burning bodies     a natural high
on the Ganges     a space of
no space for     tranquil wanderings and
mourning     nature’s mother

the tension holds the wave that spits me out on barren dome
in hippy dreads and lungi wraps I weave the maze of dusk and dawn
but there beneath the ashy deep of spicy chai and lentil fields
the elephant god lays flowers at my feet

No degrees for separation

Friday, July 17th, 2009

Relationships are based on what you have in common, and you stay together as long as you maintain some element of that. Then, just like that, you suddenly realise that there is something to disagree on … something big, huge in fact … and it was never there before. Not only that, but it is never going away. It’s your own child.

People have babies for many reasons – one of them to glue the relationship back together – when, in fact, there is a greater chance that it might pull it further apart. Since my child was somewhat a surprise to me, I am obviously not referring to myself here. I am sure though that everyone knows at least one couple – at least one – that has split because they thought a child would be the answer and they failed to look at the real reasons their relationship was failing.

Cape Philharmonic Outreach Program

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

My meeting with the headmistress at Capricorn Junior School ended early on Wednesday and she suggested we go and listen to some music in the school hall. What a surprise to find the Cape Philharmonic Orchestra playing to the Grade R children … well, not exactly playing, but teaching. The conductor had shed his stiff persona and was telling the children, with great animation … and musical backup, of course … the story of the three pigs. The orchestra used the story to introduce the children to all the different instruments in an effort to expose them to something they would never otherwise learn about. It was engaging and goosebumply and I want to shout out to everyone who has the resources to have a look at their website. It’s not just exposure to music that is needed but everything from vocational to academic career paths presented in a child-friendly way … in a way to show these children that there is so much out there for them. They just need the exposure.

Touching the surface

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

Beloved,

I long to be the one

beloved, I yearn to be

special

to be the only

one with you, unhindered, untethered,

unleashed passion

oh you are mine,

beloved,

walk on the sand, the rocks,

the beach is ours to wallow in

sun and shadows

I flow to you

I am a stretching body

of water,

a flowing river towards a sea.

Hope,

longing for destiny

hope, desire to be where love is

magnetised

force fields in energy,

circles dancing in the ripples of light

drowning shafts

in water, we play, we live,

we are

sinking below the surface

look up and gaze upon my face

for I look upon yours

dreaming of you

playing in your glow

dancing, dreaming, drowning

desire, swallow me.

Muted: A Cinquain

Friday, July 10th, 2009

stilted

voices punctured

limp movement, paralysed

puppet suspended with broken throat

gagged

puppet

limp, suspended

throat broken, stilted voice

paralysed by punctured skull

braindead

Om lingam ebony heart

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

Om lingam ebony heartache

curvaceous

Om

tiptoe bound soar

profound downpour

softly over down

covered head

Blue eyes. Water

Om lingam ebony heartache

soul released

burning body

soar from captured freedom

tiptoe bound soar

profound downpour

transient water

gone

say goodbye

welcome the world of rainbow colours

Om lingam ebony heartache

tiptoe bound soar

profound downpour

currvaceous

Om