Raising children is not a default chore for women who were unsuccessful in the
world of power and wealth, politics or business.
I write quirky, slice-of-liife stories and articles that are humorous and heart warming, thoughtful and thought provoking.
I was born an old soul, so my mother tells me; I have always loved books, gardening, writing and painting. On the road to a Master’s Degree in English Literature, I had not yet considered marriage before I met my future husband nor even held a baby before my first. I was destined to have nine children.
Most people expect me to look like a haggard, worn out bag of regret and unfulfilled dreams. Society in general is baffled to learn that I discovered freedom and joy precisely as a mother. People look at me, their eyebrows shoot up, their mouths drop open and they sputter,
”YOU had 9 children??
This is because I am 5’ 1” and weigh 104 lbs. I was pregnant or nursing for 17 years without a break. I have been pregnant 10 times and I am healthy, happy and have my BBB back. (That would be my Before Babies Body). The typical image of a multipara women would be a robust, grim, battleaxe of a mother, efficiently marshaling her young charges with little time to coddle or love the poor, deprived dears.
My husband and I raised 9 children on a hobby farm and discovered fulfilment and joy. When the words The Joy Of Mothering on a Hobby Farm popped into my head as a subtitle for my short stories it was like an epiphany for me because those few words verbalized my experience living with little people.
THE JOY MOTHERING