As I hear the car door close heavily behind me, I take a deep breath and steel myself as I walk down the path to the after school facility where my 8 year old son spends his afternoons. I hold my breath as I enter the building and hope I won’t be approached by any of the staff reporting an ‘incident’. I see my boy, and I smile expectantly, the triumph of hope over experience, that today my smile will be returned and he will tell me cheerfully that he has had a good day. More often than not this does not happen. Generally he is angry, frustrated, upset or just plain cranky. Sometimes my smile persists, sometimes my shoulders sink to meet his, and we slink back to the car in sullen silence.
There’s a referendum coming in Ireland, predicted to be on May 25th. You might have heard it being referred to as a referendum on abortion. This is not correct. It is a referendum to repeal an amendment which removes a person’s human rights on pregnancy. You don’t need to be in favour of abortion , to vote yes for Repeal, you need to be in favour of compassion.
On Wednesday 14th March, we will host our fourth Raising Feminists panel with guests Sarah Breen, Sue Jordan and Sinead Redmond. As with all other events, all proceeds will go the the Abortion Rights Campaign.
I lie in bed at night, drifting off and hear the feet approaching, steadily pacing along the landing. Shortly after, a small, hot body climbs over me and takes her place between myself and her father. She wedges herself against me, claiming the pillow as entirely hers. It’s funny how a four year old can take up seventy percent of a super-king sized bed.
By talking about the need to raise boys with an awareness of boundaries, consent and respect for women we are, implicitly or explicitly, blaming mothers for the actions of men who commit sexual assaults.
I’m a reader. I’ve always been a reader. On school holidays we’d go to France for a few weeks in the summer ( the benefits of having teachers as parents, who had holidays the same time as you , and not just 20 days annual leave) and I would devour piles of books.
I was going to write a post about the new BBC comedy ‘Motherland’ and its representation of motherhood, because, well that’s right up my street. Then I thought, what’s the bloody point of that? Who is on their edge of their seat waiting for my take on it? But then since we’re all pushing on in an endless sea of pointlessness, I thought I’d crash on anyway.
It’s a bit early for a 2017 round up I know, but I’ve read some excellent books this year that you might want to consider as Christmas presents for the readers in your life.