Love is a doing word

su and tom second pic_cleaned up1

Motherhood; day 1. Image: Leslie-Gray family archive, 1998.

 The boy-child was not a model baby. Although delivered full-term, he weighed barely 2.5kg at birth, and we struggled hugely in his first few months with feeding difficulties and erratic sleeping patterns.

I’m not entirely sure what I expected of motherhood, but certainly not the exhaustion, guilt, fear, loneliness and utter helplessness I experienced. I had told clients I’d probably be back to work after about eight weeks. In reality, as eight weeks became twelve, I still considered it a good day if I managed to get both the baby and I dressed and out of the house.

The post-natal depression with which I was diagnosed lasted for years. Long after the boy-child’s sleeping ceased to be a problem, I still experienced the same sick, clenched stomach if he did cry out in the night.

There is a lot I just don’t remember about my son’s first year — and I certainly wasn’t up to taking lots of photos, or keeping a “Milestones” book as many of the other new mothers I knew did.

When I think back on that time, what I do remember is the music. The soundtrack of my son’s babyhood may well be the best bit, and there are so many songs I could choose from that time.

But I’ve always loved the opening line of this song, and I think that although it isn’t about motherhood, it speaks brilliantly to the essence of a mother’s love.

Love, love is a verb

Love is a doing word

Massive Attack, Teardrop

Sarah at Art Expedition is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs for the month of June. You can see her latest post here.

Why not join in — as Tracy at Reflections of an Untidy Mind so brilliantly puts it “casual players welcome.”

Wordless Wednesday: fevered dreaming

Unwell, I'm sleeping badly and dreaming much. Last night I found myself wandering this stand of trees looking for protection against the people who want to take my child away.  Photo: Su Leslie, 2013. Edited with Pixlr Express

Unwell, I’m sleeping badly and dreaming much. Last night I found myself in this stand of trees looking for protection against the people who want to take my child away from me. A recurrent dream for me during the boy-child’s early years when I suffered from post-natal depression, I wonder why it returns now (when he’s 16)? Photo: Su Leslie, 2013. Edited with Pixlr Express

Here are some other Wordless Wednesday’s I’ve enjoyed:

http://mamacarriemakes.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-75/

http://curlygirlpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-magnolia-blossoms-looking-up-looking-down/

http://karamelissa.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-east-lynn-park/

http://peaceloveanddietcoke.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-summer-longings/

http://krispix.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-lego-dude/

http://harcourt51.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesdayold-gatepost/

http://cevichehigh.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/disco-baker/

Wordless Wednesday: Actual blue skies at the Fishhook Pier, Montrose Harbor, Chicago – April 2014

Wordless Wednesday: bundle of love, my cat Wall-e

http://cindi-keller.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-playoff-game-memories/

http://carolfarnumart.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-3/

http://brokeinthebigsmoke.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-regents-canal/

Moving

http://misadventuresandmuses.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-2/

http://plaridel.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-las-ramblas-in-the-dead-of-day/

http://irisgreenwald.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/wordless-wednesday-8/

 

Earworm: moments of clarity and silly songs

‘Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.’

— Soren Kierkegaard

I suppose this is a kind of footnote to my post on nostalgia.  I can’t remember when I read the quote above, but it would definitely constitute an epiphany moment. Not an epiphanette you understand — a full-blown epiphany.

It’s been a piece of wisdom I’ve held close to my heart and it’s helped me in all sorts of ways, so this is perhaps a bit arrogant, but it has also occurred to me that perhaps Kierkegaard isn’t quite right.

I think there are also moments in life when something happens and you know, just absolutely know, that it will change you forever. And I think it’s also possible in those moments to catch a glimpse of the person you will become.

I experienced post-natal depression and there were times in the first months of my son’s life when I was closer to giving up on existence than I had ever been or have been since; like really close.

One night, probably around 2am, when he’d woken crying for about the fifth time, I snapped and decided that I had to take him back to the hospital and explain that I’d made a terrible mistake and would they please just take him off my hands.

I was out of bed and stumbling around looking for clothes and all the time I was thinking about what to pack for him, and mentally writing the note that I’d hand over to make sure “they” looked after him properly. I remember composing the bit about his favourite toy (he was about 5 weeks old) and how he liked particular songs to be sung to him … and as I was trying to remember the name of the girl band that sang “Kisses for Me” on the Song for Eurotrash album …. I knew I wasn’t going to give my son away.

Call it arrogance, but I knew in that moment a) no-one would ever look after my baby as well as me, and b) that I was going to be a good mother. I saw a future that was clear and defined and although not easy – it still isn’t 15 years later – it was my future.

Until that 2am epiphany, I’d tended to take the easy way out of things; to abandon projects that got too hard. But in my son,  I found a project I couldn’t walk away from.

Has it made me a better person? Probably not. I still waste time thinking of excuses for not doing things when I’d be better off just getting on with it. I do still walk away from things that I don’t think are worth the effort. But perhaps the difference is that now I know I CAN stick with something no matter how horrible and difficult and terrifying it is.

And since this is an earworm post; this is the version of “Kisses for Me” I used to sing to my howling infant. I loved the TV programme Eurotrash, and the album of Eurovision songs connected with it is an absolute mine of fabulosity.

Oh, and the band is called Kenickie.

This is a response to the Daily Post Prompt: Earworm

Others you might enjoy:

http://geekergosum.com/2013/07/10/earworm-que-sera-sera/

http://booksmusicandmovies.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/daily-prompt-inspiration/

http://completelydisappear.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/daily-prompt-earworm/

http://thepigmentsoflife.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/stimulus/

http://gettingridofboredom.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/the-way-i-am/

http://iwork4ajerk.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/picnicking-with-debby/

http://bluejbluej.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/daily-prompt-earworm-2/

http://thethingwiththestuff.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/you-cant-always-get-what-you-want-like-this-song-out-of-your-head/