The Shape of a Mother
While talking about postpartum bodies the other day another mother said:
“This belly button is 3 generations in the making: my mama gave it to me and my babies decorated it.”
That was enough to make me look at my postpartum body in a completely different light. I am not ugly, I don’t need to hide away until “ideal beauty” is reached again (as if that were even possible, or desirable.) Michael has been telling me daily that I am beautiful, inside and out. He is right, I am beautiful.
Carrying Damian has changed me forever, I am learning to love this change, after all I wouldn’t have him if not for it.
The Shape of a Mother
My belly may or make not shrink. I am at peace with that.
36-inches around and I have never felt more beautiful.
A number cannot define me, I will not give it that power.
Body, mind and soul I am balanced and I am healthy,
– waist size notwithstandingl
This body brought forth life.
What greater beauty is there then that?I am the vessel from which life poured.
I am a mother.These stretch marks will always be with me.
Commericals may tell me to laser them off,
– but I love them all.
My son has changed my soul forever, for the better.
My body too is changed forever, for the better.
These marks are my tattoo of motherhood.I have crossed a threshold.
I am a mother.My hips are bigger, my old jeans don’t fit.
These hips birthed my son, they are beautiful.My breasts are bigger, they soak my shirts.
These breasts nourish my son, they are beautiful.My heart and my soul are bigger, my emotions overflow.
This heart and this soul love my son, they are beautiful.I am a mother.
I am strong.
I am beautiful.I am a mother.
~ by Jaspenelle Stewart
I may submit this to The Shape of a Mother, not sure yet. Eitherway, check out the website and all the beautiful mamas who have contributed. I think we can all agree that the mainstream view of beauty has to change, we can begin this change within ourselves and the minds of our children.
In the park
Michael, Jaspenelle and Damian in Riverfront Park, Spokane.
(This is a little bit of a deviation from the usual square format I use in my photoblog. My father actually took this photo, but I want to put it in a 5×7 frame I have so I spent some time modifying it in GIMP. I am really pleased with the final product.)
Feline Friday: Junior
This is a little kitten my in-laws had at their home on Memorial Day, she is about 4 weeks old. Her stray mother more or less abandoned her on their porch. I think it took every ounce of me that isn’t completely governed by maternal instinct not to bring her home…