Thank you! I'm so glad it resonated even though you are not a mother nor a wife! Sometimes I also wonder if the desire at the heart of this is also the desire to still be mothered ourselves.
I learn 8000 things every time I read a piece that you’ve written with such care drawing connections!!! I’d love to know the entomology of husband. Of shepherd. Of nurse. Of doctor. Of dog. Of witch. Of mender. Of listener. Of detach. Of repair. Of better. Of which way did I go? Of when did you see me last? Of did anyone see me? Of I was just here? Of where did I leave me. Of I’ll come back soon. Of I always come back. Of I forgot what I did with me. Of I forgot how to leave. Of come little me. Of they were so wrong. Of I name myself now. Of I start here.
Maryrose, this means so much. And yes, to looking at the roots of all that you've mentioned. I love that it becomes almost a poem of its own. We sometimes take these words and concepts for granted without looking at their origins. When we discover the roots, sometimes we can understand why we have so much trouble with them! I'm still annoyed that we are calling the name given to us by our family of origin our "maiden" names. Ugh. Patriarchy.
Omg yes! And when something is remodeled we have building codes and portions of our houses are green lighted—grandfathered in! It’s everywhere. Or was.
Excellent piece! Even though I do not have children nor do I have a husband at the moment, I can still relate.
Thank you! I'm so glad it resonated even though you are not a mother nor a wife! Sometimes I also wonder if the desire at the heart of this is also the desire to still be mothered ourselves.
I learn 8000 things every time I read a piece that you’ve written with such care drawing connections!!! I’d love to know the entomology of husband. Of shepherd. Of nurse. Of doctor. Of dog. Of witch. Of mender. Of listener. Of detach. Of repair. Of better. Of which way did I go? Of when did you see me last? Of did anyone see me? Of I was just here? Of where did I leave me. Of I’ll come back soon. Of I always come back. Of I forgot what I did with me. Of I forgot how to leave. Of come little me. Of they were so wrong. Of I name myself now. Of I start here.
Maryrose, this means so much. And yes, to looking at the roots of all that you've mentioned. I love that it becomes almost a poem of its own. We sometimes take these words and concepts for granted without looking at their origins. When we discover the roots, sometimes we can understand why we have so much trouble with them! I'm still annoyed that we are calling the name given to us by our family of origin our "maiden" names. Ugh. Patriarchy.
Omg yes! And when something is remodeled we have building codes and portions of our houses are green lighted—grandfathered in! It’s everywhere. Or was.