An anthology of art, poetry, and prose about pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding by various contributors.
Full colour paperback printed on thick glossy paper: 208 pages
Dimensions: 134 mm x 153 mm x 13 mm
From the back cover:
Many women have found motherhood to be a creatively rich time, and Musings on Mothering is a glorious testament to that creativity. Here you’ll find poetry and art of various styles, alongside craftwork and prose; all inspired by the timeless theme of mothering. The contributors (mothers, fathers, children, professional and amateur) have captured and distilled the essence of their experiences or reflections on mothering, producing an anthology of great passion. Their work has the power to make the reader laugh, cry, consider, or smile in recognition. Most of all it gives cause to muse on mothering.
Wherever you are on your parenting path, you will find a lovingly-created “something” on one of these pages that will speak to you. Musings on Mothering is a much-needed exploration into the realm of mothering, and as such, it maps out a multifaceted picture of motherhood which is as intricate as it is beautiful.
A heartfelt and honest collection of art, poetry, and prose from all around the world; its celebration of mothers and motherhood (and fathers!) is moving and deeply human.
Lois Rowlands, Publications Director of La Leche League GB
More praise for Musings on Mothering:
Musings on Mothering is a beautiful, inspiring collection of shared thoughts. Wherever you are on your path, there is something within these pages that will speak to you.
Melissa Corkhill, editor The Green Parent, from a review in the April/May 2013 (issue 52)
The book, Musings on Mothering, is an amazing creation and must have taken many hours, days and weeks to put together. Thank you so much [to LLLGB] for sending it to me and please thank all those wonderful moms and dads who had a part in it.
Mary White, co-founder La Leche League International and co-author of The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding 1st – 6th editions
For anyone at home with a new baby – I can recommend @MothersMilkBks‘s Musings on Mothering. Thank you Teika!
Professor Alice Roberts, anatomist, osteoarchaeologist, anthropologist, paleopathologist, television presenter, author and mother (via Twitter)
Some excerpts from the book:
Four a.m. feed
Beyond the window
Apple boughs sign, frame a moon
Circled in ice. Frost
Whitens a pond, but here all
Is warmth, a cocoon of peace.
An extract from ‘A Letter for When You Are Grown’
…I love feeding you, I really do. I always knew that I wanted us to breastfeed. I looked forward to it with nervous excitement, not quite sure how we’d master our new skill but confident we’d get there somehow. I trusted you to know what to do, just the same as you trusted me. Together we would find our way…
…Now as the months swiftly pass we are still going strong. I never imagined we would get this far and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Our breastfeeding journey is the most magical and intimate experience of my life. I’m so proud to be sharing this with you and so grateful to you for giving me this chance. Nothing has ever made me feel so special and right. It’s empowering yet humbling; the most important and worthwhile thing I have ever done yet so enjoyable and effortless at the same time. Nursing you fulfils me at such a deep level that I eagerly drink in every second of this blissful experience while you do the same taking your fill at my breast. It’s like time stops and for those few minutes it’s just you and me in the world. Our little pauses, day and night, where we drop out of reality and into our special warm cocoon of perfection. Connected in all sense of the word whilst we both recharge our spirits…
The Cold Cup of Tea
An already-cold cup of builder’s strength tea
Is sat by the sink, and saying to me:
‘I’m delicious, delightful, so drink me up do!’
But I’m knee-deep in nappies, and children, and poo;
So call me again when I’ve sorted this mess
And have time to relax, and unwind and de-stress…
Later, much later, when the kids are asleep,
In my nightie and slippers I quietly creep
To the kitchen, and there is that cold cup of tea,
Still delicious, still delightful, and still waiting for me…
Six months ago
I first put on
It felt strange at first,
on my head
and on my shoulders.
I worried how it looked
Did I wear it right?
I felt more
and cared less.
I caught my reflection
in my daughter’s eye.
It looked good.
Six months ago
I first put on
It suits me.
I forget what I looked like
Image by Kathy Grossman
All royalties are donated to La Leche League Great Britain.