Caring

I've been meaning to write about feminism and motherhood, since recent discussion on various feminist blogs pissed me off. Then Amp did one of his excellent link farm posts.

I've decided I want to be Liz Conor when I grow up (and I hadn't even heard of her yesterday). Her post about being a mother is the best post I've ever read on any blog:

It is

(these 2 words were as many as I was able to write without being interrupted by my children. What does it take for a mother to work? In this article I’m going to show what it took for me, the most accommodated mother I know. Rather than adhere to the prevailing demand on mothers, particularly working mothers, to pretend their children are not there, and to be closet mothers, instead I will write in my children whenever they stop me from working. It won’t be sequential because of redrafting. Here the interruption was Hattie, my 3 and a half-year-old, finishing on the toilet, wanting me wipe her bottom, help her into her bath and give her the orange duck).

I'll still write the post I've been thinking about - if people stopped writing because someone else had already said it better this internet would be pretty empty. But you should go read Liz Conor's post - read it now, it really is that good.