Thursday, November 26, 2009

Last nite: Thai hot pot

Last nite: Thai hot pot with dungeness & prawns. Tonite: roast leg of lamb, prime rib, & more dungeness.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

neow

yesterday I did something I haven't done voluntarily in over a decade. While VL napped, I went to the drugstore, got supplies, locked myself in the bathroom, and enacted the profession of my people--I painted my nails. And for the first time in my life, I like it. It's not the color per se (I wanted a dove gray but settled for gunmetal. and the violet on my toes is almost black, not plum) nor the nail polish (the smell still nauseates me) nor is it perfect having instantly ruined them trying to button up a jumper & onesie on a wiggly toddler. I still prefer my nails short and plain. And yet, I like them.

It is the ritual I spose, the ritual of carving out a space for myself that is completely selfish and indulges my vanity all for $7. And every time I see my busy hands doing busy things, my 'tips gladly remind me that I'm still me.

It is not quite a room of one's own, but it is enough. for now.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

inward facing dog

weo, i did it, am doing it. i am examining myself and why i've been on such a short fuse--banging cupboard doors and drawers with disproportionate growling irateness (ok, so it still sounds relatively tame but the physical toll, the cellular attrition of such "restraint" is smothering the vitality out of me).

it could be the stress of having 4 jobs at two workplaces and fulltime workload expectations. it could be mine own hot temperment, unresolved grief, and emotional childhood wounds in desperate need of healing. it could be the chafing demands of balancing infinite-love-motherhood with 30+ years of self-centered Self ("i just need mother-fracking 15 minutes" when minutes become hours and whole days pass by). it could be the strain of a relationship deferred to all of the above. and it is all of the above. no duh, but causality is only slightly less ... interesting than the effects, the symptoms of a deteriorating inner life and a dusty social life.

so, i've enacted a 21st millenial cliche. i started doing yoga. downward facing dog has transformed my Life; i refer to my instructor as my guru; i wear OM jewelry, tribal yoga tatts and organic fair trade tibetan hemp parachute pants; my house now has a fountain & shrine dedicated to an eclectic pantheon of hindu and buddhist goddesses; and most importantly, i greet all people with prayer hands and a hushed "namaste" to socially mark my profound spiritual conversion.

ok, mostly a lie. i'm not a smug, middle class white born -again-yogini searching for the meaning of life in the consumption of other people's culture. i have a small soul and a petty mind and i couldn't resist mocking the Smuggles.

i do do yoga though, restorative yoga. it helps me to stretch out muscles rigid with a lifetime of tension, the gimpy arthritic limbs, and the habititude of pain. i am not transformed but then i don't expect instant gratification. it is enough that for one hour, once a week, i can breathe and quiet the riot of a bazillion synapses.

and, i sat down T and admitted the festering emotions--the rage, resentment, almost hatred, and then scariest of all, the nothing, that i sometimes felt. towards him. my bestest friend. the toll that homeownership, marriage, mourning, and now, parenting have taken on my half of the relationship over the last ten plus years.

(to be continued..)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

facebook killed the blog-o-sphere star

sigh. i miss blogs.

Friday, July 10, 2009

motherhood is the new irony

my baby, oh my baby,

she is the sun, the moon, the stars,
the universe, the ancestors, the future.
miss her, love her

and when i'm with her,
i wish for 15 goddamn minutes to myself.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

motherhood booklist

**new updates!**

it's been a while since my last booklist. so in honor of my new identity in life. it's time for my parenthood booklist

Pregnancy & Birth
  • Hearts & Hands: A midwife's guide to pregnancy and birth, 4th ed, by Elizabeth Davis (master midwife) a guide to the care of a pregnant woman and her partner. for someone who only knows the hospital/medical model from TV and movies, this book opens up a new world of caring approach to life's most sacred rite of passage. i took the Hearts & Hands Midwifery Intensive to learn about the field and became a doula through it. i really appreciate Elizabeth's wisdom, sensitivity and spirituality. i'm looking forward to taking more classes with her in the future. who knows i may yet become a midwife myself.
  • Ina May's Guide to Childbirth, by Ina May Gaskin (the Mother of Modern Midwifery) down-to-earth and centered in the natural wisdom of women's capacity to birth. positive birthstories along with evidence-based facts. i love the simple truth of the sphincter law. love your yoni.
  • Complete Guide to Pregnancy & Childbirth by Sheila Kitzinger really talks about the hormonal & biological underpinnings of birth and breastfeeding. though the bias is towards natural birth, the book that equally values the birthing choices that women make, neat week-by-week progression with photos of a mom and graphics of baby and cool photos of waterbirth, homebirth and hospital birth.
  • Birthing From Within by Pamela England an intuitive and creative woman-centered, woman-led approach to birthing from labor preparation to comfort techniques.
  • Wise Woman Herbal for the Childbearing Year by Susun Weed.all the herbal remedies you need to support a woman's constitution before & during pregnancy, during childbirth and postpartum. i learned that all the plants considered weeds by american society are actually medicinal and stem from a long healer tradition of well woman care (or in modern parlance sue them for practicing without a medical license). so patriarchal hegemony didn't just burn some healer-midwives as witches, it also succeeded in vilifying the healer's plants which at that time couldn't be privatized and commidified as with medicine. after all these years post-grad school, i finally discover some meaningful relevance to Weber's thesis about the protestant ethic undergirding capitalism. that's my new excuse for not mowing our lawn. if only i could convince the City Public Works of that cuz you get majorly fined for not mowing your lawn and for having "weeds.
  • kellymom.com okay so this isn't a book, but i found the info here on breastfeeding more informative than a certain lactation advocacy organization and even more helpful than my lactation consultant at times (though she was great for moral support!). i totally credit Lily for the referral
ParentingHonorary mentions

Monday, March 2, 2009

of course, we still have her sausage wrists. although, with all the drumming she does, those too are ever so slightly leaner. still deeleeeshus!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

VL turns one today! i miss her baby cankles.

Friday, February 13, 2009

reason number umptillion for breastfeeding:
you get a free pass out of jury duty.

Monday, February 9, 2009

VL has reprogrammed the fone 2 spanish. we cant change it back! pues nunca aprendi vocabulario para reprogramar el telefono.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

been meaning to update. VL sprouted the top two teeth simultaneously a couple of weeks ago. they are HUGE. like actual chiclet size. she wouldn't let me look at them until they finished breaking thru the gum. and even now, i can only catch a glimpse in passing. i will try an post a photo from my phone, but she's quick.

now that she has teeth to make a voiceless labiodental fricative, i guess i gotta stop saying the f-word. though apparently, i am still permitted to say "frackin'". as in "her front teeth are frackin' HUGE!"

post-baby 5

According to http://kidshealth.org this is how the pounds a woman gains during pregnancy may add up:

~ 7.5 pounds: average baby's weight
~7 pounds: extra stored protein, fat, and other nutrients
~4 pounds: extra blood
~4 pounds: other extra body fluids
~2 pounds: breast enlargement
~2 pounds: enlargement of your uterus
~2 pounds: amniotic fluid surrounding your baby
~1.5 pounds: the placenta













so for that post-baby 5 lbs that you can't shake off, that just leaves the mystery of what are the 3 lbs extra?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

lessons in grieving...

a few months ago, as i mentioned in a previous blog, a friend of ours committed suicide. grief at the depths of his despair left me bereft of words to describe the sorrow i felt for him and his family, at the secret burden he bore; one that so often robs men of their words to speak, cuts them off from emotional contact, and denies them access to their humanity. later i came across a community call for advice from what i realized was his mother-in-law who had a strained relationship with her daughter as a result of her disapproval of her daughter's mate and felt at a loss as how to support her in her grieving. i felt moved to speak... there were word limit constraints so i ended up writing in three parts and deleting a significant portion of my own self context, including how my sister's experience with loss and grieving informed the second portion.

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i write as a fatherless daughter, a mother, and as a person who mourns. first of all, don't let fear of the emotional history/baggage between the two of you become a barrier. more than ever, your daughter needs the unconditional Love and support from those around her, especially her mother. be loving, BE Love. now is the time to let go of your fear, pride/ego and past hurts, and heal your relationship. forgiveness paves the path to healing. in your heart, forgive her for her life-choices that she made without your approval that somehow wronged you and you must forgive her husband for ''what he put her through'', and she in turn will come to forgive you for your judgemental disapproval, past slights, and your lack of unconditional love. whatever you may have thought of him, your daughter and her children LOVE him. is it any surprise that they ''choose'' to be close to his family who can share in that Love, can share in their mutual sorrow, and cherish memories of him? it is not really even a ''choice'' of his family over you, it really is not about you at all. by even thinking of it as a choice, you show that you have closed off your heart and mind to him and by extension her & the children. you made it into a choice, and in doing so, you made that choice for her. feeling hurt or excluded because she is close to his family is about your ego and projecting your needs onto her life, and only pushes her further away. love is infinite. she can be close to his family and close to you, if only you allow it. whatever you may have thought of him, he suffered an unfathomable mental illness one that drove him to end his own life. lingering on your perceptions of the past, on ''how he treated her,'' your bias against him, is not constructive, is not loving, and will only serve to distance you from your daughter and your grandchildren, who are after all, a part of him. if you can forgive him, let go of your need to ''approve'', and pray that his spirit is now mended, that he is free from the suffering & torment that drove him to take his own life, and open yourself to sympathy for him, then you can be present in unconditional Love with your daughter. while you may never understand or feel the depth of her loss & sorrow, you can still feel hurt for her and be empathetic and be a part of her life and her healing journey. you have that choice to make.

second, when people are grieving, many friends make offers of ''call if you need anything''. rarely does the bereaved person call; they don't want to impose or be a burden. they are mired in their grief and don't have the wherewithall to realize they need help, much less ask for it. it's much better to offer some concrete acts of kindness and create space for an opening or opportunity to share. if someone says, ''i'm going to stop by tonight at 5pm with dinner. i can stay if you need to talk, but don't feel pressured.'' or, ''i'm free to come on thursday from 2-4pm to clean your bathroom, do laundry, etc. will that work for you?'' or, ''let me take the kids to a movie on saturday'' then arrange for someone else to be with the person during that time so they're not alone. most people want to be helpful, but just don't know how to go about it. someone who is going through tragedy or even a new mom or a sick friend hates the idea of being a burden. they don't want to make any decisions. as their house is being foreclosed, she is likely struggling financially which is stressful on top of dealing with her grief and being a parent. if you are not able to help them financially or she is unwilling to accept that help, buy them groceries, that is one practical way to ease her stress. there are no hard & fast should and should nots in the tangled emotional issues surrounding their foreclosure situation. rather than offer advice either way, you could try facilitating her decisionmaking by asking her open-ended questions instead. trust her to make the best decisions for herself and her family.

third, grief has no language & children in particular don’t innately have the tools or means to articulate their own grief. as adults, we need to guide them & give them safe spaces to share their feelings. with their father suffering mental illness you want to give them better tools for emotional health. you don’t mention gender & that can also impact the way children express/repress sadness. girls in particular may emulate their mother. children should be allowed to witness their parent & elders grieving & crying, so that they can feel free and safe to be present in their own emotions & to share their own sorrow as well. for a boy, encourage him to express his emotions & to cry when he feels sad because social pressure on males to repress emotions played a role in their father’s depression. don’t underestimate the value of touch. just being held while you are sad is healing. you could trying giving the children a cathartic ritual to creatively express their grief. they could write a letter to their father. you could then make a copy of the letter (saving one copy for for them to revisit & reflect on) & give them the choice of how they would like to send it to their loved one; the child chooses the element that speaks to their own spirit—via the ocean, on the tail of a kite, in a small bonfire, left under a rock or in a tree, at the gravesite, or read out loud in a prayer. if the child is not able to articulate their grief, they could also create something by hand with whatever medium feels comfortable. even for an adult, this little ritual helps to give closure to the raw emotions that the healing may begin. know that grief is a profound emotion that cannot be denied, it leaves a palpable mark on one’s souls. they will live with this loss for their whole lifetimes. your daughter & grandchildren will always feel their loss, every day, every moment, at all life’s rites of passage & meaningful events, they will taste the bittersweet, even as they may also partake in life’s joys. tears of joy & tears of sorrow will be one and the same. there is no contradiction in that. patiently listen to their expressions of grief without judgement or hurry, hold the space for them, hold them, offer them the love and security that they may reflect on their sorrow and move forward in their life.

don't let fear stay your hand or bind your tongue. pause, breathe, open your inner eye, listen to your heart (not your ego) & be love.

Monday, January 12, 2009

nice people finish last

it's probably my mom in me (that vinamese-tell-it-like-it-is sensibility when you ask "how are you doing" you get a real thorough rundown of the person's health, not a typical glib american answer.), and my own forthright tendencies and aversion to pretension (though i've gotten more mellow and judicious in verbiage in my old age, honestly), and really, being the oddball in school not odd like edward scissorhands, but odd like i didn't fit into any neat social categories and status symbols that are the hallmarks of american schools--nerd, drama dork, ASB geek, D&D freak, filipino mexican, etc, but had friends all across the spectrum; probably all those reasons why i have never cared much for nice people. i'm not saying i like mean people, what i mean is that people whose identity is bound up in pleasing other people and in being perceived as "nice" are engaging in the self-effacing social theater of nice martyrdom with sublimated unhappiness and low self esteem whispering cues from the wings. of course there's also the kind of fake-nice people who use their niceness to manipulate other people but nobody likes those kind of nice people. goes without saying. i'm talking about the really nice people. even when they are being genuinely nice and not fake-nice, there is a hollowness about their actions/words because their is no self, no self sufficiency, no valuing of their own self. being nice may satisfy their (parental upbringing-created) neuroses but it does not fulfill their soul. why should i esteem them when they don't even value themselves?

my realtor was a good man, very nice guy, people pleaser, cheerful. absolutely no ability to prioritize while with his clients. would be wretchedly late for appointments with us because he was still showing another client and in trying to please them, wasn't taking calls, couldn't give us a call to let us know he was running late. would run around with us all over town looking at properties way past the time we had alloted. that kind of nice guy. always putting others before himself. a lifetime lived as a nice guy wasn't fulfilling. he suffered inside. quietly. without bothering anyone. as nice people should (they think of other's feelings before their own). the real estate market tanked while his wife was finishing school for nurse midwifery, and his two children in school. his family lost the house to foreclosure. no one knew that they were in crisis. he didn't want to burden other people with his problems. he committed suicide. i dont bring this up to make light. nice has its price. that patriarchy is hard on the menfolk too, but that's a whole nuther blog for anuther time.

last year, when i was interviewing former staff for my work's thirtieth anniversary, one of the formers mentioned how much it pained him when the leader of the organization, a really genuinely nice guy, just about the nicest guy i have ever met, didn't stand up for him, when other staff decided to cut his program. nice people don't like conflict; nice people value maintaining the peace at any cost; nice people don't take sides and so, nice people betray.

i like honesty. as much as there are things about our current guvernator i don't like, i respect that he doesn't take a taxpayer-paid salary because he is a billionaire.

anyways, all this to say, i'm not trying to raise a nice girl. girls are pressured by way too much society to be nice.

so i really appreciated this article about the unhappy consequences of trying to raise a happy child. sometimes parenting makes my brain hurt too.

http://theparentingpit.com/alternative-parenting/solutions-are-not-the-solution/

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

drummer girl

Friday, January 2, 2009

g'bye 08

inspired by Ms. 10, i will sum up my 08.
  • gained 35 lbs
  • went from 34C to 36E then 34E now 34D
  • lost 30 lbs (the other 5lbs is breast, i swear)
  • gave birth
  • had mastitis and conquered thru homeopathics and sheer will and the loving support of mom & T.
  • postpartum tempered me into a mother