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It’s safe to say that the No. 1 worry for most pregnant women is pain during labor. Secretly, you ask yourself, “Will I be able to handle it?” But it’s hard to know if you’ll be able to handle something you’ve never experienced before, especially when the cultural messages about birth in the US do not inspire confidence.
It’s understandable that you might be afraid of the unknown, but your experience of pain in labor may be more within your control than you realize. The amount of pain you feel during labor is affected by your perceptions of pain in general, and your beliefs about pregnancy and birth in particular. A supportive environment during pregnancy can help you to change these perceptions so that you feel more ready for a natural birth, which is, by definition, drug-free.
But what is labor pain like, anyway? Its nature is so couched in mystery and overdramatized by the media that you’re probably terrified of it. Pain in labor is the result of the dilation of the lower, narrow portion of the uterus, called the cervix, which must open to a diameter of 10 centimeters in order to allow the baby to pass through. In labor, the job of the cervix is to stretch from an opening the size of the tip of your nose to an opening the size of a circle drawn on the palm of your hand. No wonder you feel a stinging sensation as this is happening.
This dilation of the cervix happens gradually and rhythmically. During a natural childbirth, the contractions that stretch the cervix last for only 45 to 90 seconds, and peak in intensity at about 30 seconds. There are breaks between contractions during which there is no pain at all. The reason you can have confidence in your ability to handle these contractions is because of their very rhythmic nature. You have to handle only one at a time!
Pain in labor is not like the pain from an injury—persistent, constant pain that requires attention. Tooth pain, for example, is throbbing and relentless. You have to get to the dentist. Unlike tooth pain, pain in labor lets up. It is not aching but stretching. A toothache hurts; labor stings.
If you’ve ever had a massage, particularly a Rolfing session, you may have experienced what it feels like when a knot in a tight muscle is smoothed out by the strong pressure of someone’s fingers. There is a distinct stinging sensation, depending on the degree of pressure. You squirm from the stinging, but you can handle it. You can handle it because the practitioner tells you to breathe with it, and because it’s over quickly. It’s the same during labor: The pain is manageable because it doesn’t suddenly begin as a gripping pain at full intensity. It generally starts as a mild tightening that slowly builds, in strength and intensity, to a burning sensation. The contractions come in waves.
Although I can give you a general description of labor pains, no two women experience it in exactly the same way. In fact, the perception of pain in labor is uniquely subjective. In one study, a group of pregnant American women were compared with a similar group of women from the Netherlands. Each woman was given the same information beforehand about the risks of pain medication during labor. Only about 33 percent of the Dutch women asked for pain medication during labor, while 83 percent of the US women did. Forty-eight hours after birth, the American women noted that they had generally anticipated a painful birth and the need for drugs, whereas the Dutch women had anticipated less pain, and thus less likelihood of the need for drugs.
This study tells us a lot about how our expectations can affect our experience of labor. We are affected not only by our expectations about what birth will be like, but also by the perceptions and beliefs about birth we have inherited from family and culture. You can examine your own perceptions and beliefs about pregnancy and birth by asking yourself the questions in the box on this page.
Perhaps the most important factor in reducing your perception of pain in labor is to reduce your experience of stress. One important way to reduce your stress is to have the companionship of another woman during labor. A number of well-designed studies show that continuous labor support is one of the most effective methods for reducing pain in labor. One study reported a 30 percent reduction in requests for pain medication among women who used a doula for labor support. Clearly, you’ll be less likely to want drugs if you don’t feel alone.
Women who take childbirth-education classes also tend to request less pain medication. Most such classes teach breathing techniques, the purpose of which is to give you something other than the pain to focus on during the contractions and to help you stay in the moment. Practicing meditation is another way to learn to be in the moment, and can help prepare you to take labor contractions one at a time.
During labor, there are many things you can do to soothe the discomfort of the dilation of the cervix. You may enjoy a shower or bath in early labor, or a birthing tub as labor progresses. You can ask your partner to use the tips of the fingers to lightly and rhythmically stroke the bare skin of your abdomen, back, or thighs. This will help you to relax and focus. Massaging the inner thighs, buttocks, or lower back can also help to relieve pressure during labor.
Scent is another natural labor soother. Some essential oils are relaxing, and reduce sensations of pain by increasing the production of endorphins, the body’s natural pain relievers. Examples are lavender, chamomile, sweet geranium, jasmine, neroli, rosewood, lemon balm, mandarin, and cedarwood. Try them during pregnancy and choose ones that appeal to you.
One of the most important ways to relieve discomfort during labor is to change positions. Get off your back. Birthing upright can make labor shorter and less painful. Alternate among sitting, standing, and squatting; squatting can widen the pelvic outlet by 25 percent. Walk around during early labor. Get up on your hands and knees during contractions.
A number of acupressure points can also afford pain relief. In China, acupuncture is used instead of epidural anesthesia in 98 percent of births. The homeopathic remedy arnica, indicated for sore muscles, can be used effectively during labor. The herbs skullcap and catnip relieve pain, and calm and relax the body. Chamomile tea helps to control pain by relieving tension. Nutritional supplements such as calcium, vitamin E, essential fatty acids, and magnesium can ease labor discomfort. Ask your birth attendant for herbal, homeopathic, and nutritional recommendations specifically for you.
If it isn’t obvious by now, pain in labor is intensified by fear and tension. Tension can be the result of poor expectations regarding birth, and you can become fearful when you feel disturbed during childbirth. Childbirth is an involuntary process, and no one can help an involuntary process. The point is not to disturb it.
If you feel disturbed during your labor you will produce adrenaline, which slows the production of the hormones of labor: Your body, assuming you are in trouble, prepares to stop labor, and start again at a more opportune time. The uterus is the only muscle in the body that contains two opposing muscle groups: one to contract and open the cervix during labor, and another to close and tighten the cervix to stop labor. If your body produces adrenaline at the same time that your uterus is contracting, you will feel more pain.
If, on the other hand, you are undisturbed during birth, your body will release a cocktail of chemicals that will alleviate pain, give you an ecstatic rush after childbirth, make your baby irresistible to you, and help your breastmilk to let down. This cocktail is one of the many benefits of drug-free birth.
Drugs in labor unequivocally disturb the labor process. The cocktail of local anesthetics used for epidural blocks can cause varying degrees of maternal, fetal, and neonatal toxicity, according to the Physicians’ Desk Reference. While the efficiency of pain-relief methods during labor has been studied more than any other medical aspect of pregnancy, the adverse effects of these drugs on mother and baby have hardly been studied at all. We do know, however, that while the placenta reduces the effects on the baby of drugs given the mother, about 70 percent of any medication given the mother does reach the baby.
Narcotic analgesics such as Demerol, Nubain, and Stadol slow the baby’s heart rate and affect her respiratory system while she’s still in the womb, and, if given too close to birth, can also affect her breathing after birth. Babies of mothers who receive such narcotics show general sluggishness and sometimes have trouble in the early days. Remnants of the narcotics stay in the baby’s bloodstream for weeks. Long-term consequences of narcotics on the baby’s health are unknown, although a well-designed case-control study in Stockholm showed an increased risk of drug addiction among children exposed to pain-relieving drugs during labor.
I know you’re afraid of the pain of childbirth. I was too. We all are. Even after I’d had my first child, I always dreaded it. But the pain was never bad enough to make me want to stop having babies. I handled it.
It’s something you, too, can handle. Don’t let others underestimate you, and don’t underestimate yourself. You can’t expect yourself to know everything, especially if this pregnancy is your first. Find another woman in your area who has experienced drug-free birth and ask her to be your guide. Allow yourself to be supported and nurtured during your pregnancy. Model your pregnancy after the pregnancies of those who have had successful natural births. Find a practitioner who has lots of experience with drug-free birth and who believes in you. Believe in yourself. Your baby does.
Community is a popular buzzword. We hear about online communities and food communities. President Obama made community organizing a household word. We know that community is important, but what is it? How do we know when we have community?
Community literally means to be together with unity, to be one with unity. The form that community has taken, however, has evolved over time as we’ve moved from homogenous to more diverse societies.
Early definitions of community in Western Europe from the 1500s have to do with holding goods in common, and the first definition in the Oxford dictionary today includes “common ownership.”
Definitions from the 1700s were more secular; not only were communities organized around a religious faith, but also certain neighborhoods, districts, and countries qualified as communities.
We all have a sense of the communities we are part of—in the world, in our country, our local region, within our extended family, among our friends, in our immediate family, and finally with ourselves. In this age of high tech, community is more important than ever. While we connect with others online, being alone with our computer can be isolating and ultimately makes us crave the company of real people. In fact, high touch is the counterpoint to high tech.
I was listening to the radio game show Wait Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me! some time ago, and the question was asked, “What number came first, one or two?” The answer was surprising: two. The number two came before the number one. This must mean that as humans we perceived ourselves as part of a dyad before we perceived of ourselves as individuals.
Community then is an intrinsic need of human beings. We need other people. In community we have uninhibited communication, mutual understanding, and common valuing. In community we experience intimacy.
In the days of our hunter-gatherer ancestors, all communication took place within one community. Now we are part of many. To get a perspective on how things have changed: We are preceded in time by 10 generations of industrialists, 100 generations of farmers, and 100,000 generations of hunter-gatherers. And in recent times, the pace of communication is accelerating.
According to Luc de Brabandere, author of The Forgotten Half of Change: Achieving Greater Creativity Through Changes in Perception (Dearborn Trade, 2005),
The first acceleration occurred when the agrarian world segued into the industrial world. The second and far more dramatic jump occurred when the industrial world transmuted into the digital world. While electricity and the telephone took some 50 years to reach 50 percent of American homes, e-mail and DVDs were adopted by most Americans within a mere ten years.
Another example of accelerated communication is the plight of the daily newspaper. In the last few years, the front page of the New York Times has become old news before it’s printed. We’ve already heard the news on the Internet before we see the morning paper. Some of us are afraid of this new technology, afraid that things are moving too fast—but the word technology simply means tool. Like any tool, technology can be used or abused. The good news is that because this digital technology facilitates more rapid communication it also creates more community.
We see this on our website, Mothering.com, where we have 135,000 members of our discussion boards, 1 million total threads and 13 million total posts. In fact, our online discussion boards are the second largest parenting forums on the entire Web. There has been an explosion of moms’ groups in the last ten years. When I was a new mom there were only two groups: La Leche League (LLL) and International Childbirth Education Association. Now there are Holistic Moms Network, National Association of Mothers’ Centers, International Moms Club, Mocha Moms, Moms Rising, Mothers Acting Up, and the Mothers Movement Online, to name a few.
But before we consider reaching out to these or other organizations, we want to strengthen the root of community with others: that is, our relationship with ourselves. Looking for community is part of a circle that begins with and returns to us. It helps if we can cultivate some self-awareness.
It can be hard to remain self-aware when we are in the company of others. If that first community after ourselves is our immediate family, then I’m sure we all know how easy it can be to lose track of our own center when we are caring for others.
I often felt as a mother of young children that any communities outside of my family were almost more than I could handle, that I required all of my reserves for the unexpected things that kept happening in the life of my family. As a new mother, though, I needed outside communities. I longed to see my friends. Even when I was overwhelmed with babies, I wanted to talk to my friends on the phone.
I also cherished organizations like LLL, where I could see other parents doing what I was learning to do. I craved good models, so although it was hard to round everyone up to attend a conference, it was worth it, as it gave me sustenance for an entire year. Interestingly, many of my friends when I was a new mother were people I might not have met otherwise. Our shared values made our other differences insignificant.
From the security of a new community, we can experiment with new ideas. When we are in a process of change—as when you first discovered Waldorf schools and were still contrasting them to other educational methods or perhaps when you first considered a homebirth—it can feel like we are entering an entirely new world, and we are. At these times we especially need community. Even those of us who have lots of friends or who feel just fine about our social lives may feel isolated when facing an unexpected problem or change in our lives and may seek an entirely new community to help support that life change.
Another way we support new life changes is to create a nourishing environment at home, to make our home a sanctuary, a place where we feel safe and can fall apart when necessary.
We also need house rules that allow for everyone to have private as well as community space. One of the things that people learned from the communes of the sixties was that even good community could be too much sometimes.
Many new centers, coffeehouses, and restaurants are popping up to serve the community with children. Natural Resources in San Francisco is one example of a retail, library, and meeting space for parents. In Manhattan, the Upper Breast Side is a boutique that offers breastfeeding resources and supplies. Mom’s Breastaurant is a portable tent that goes to outdoor conferences and events and provides a shaded and quiet place for moms and babies. In El Paso, Texas there’s a new café, the El Paso Baby Café, where moms can drop in for mother-to-mother support as well as professional breastfeeding advice.
Over the years, we’ve published articles on the international cohousing movement where families live in close proximity to one another, share meals, and other resources. We recently received an article about a couple that bought land and built a house along with his parents and her mom. They all have private wings of the house as well as shared common spaces. A friend told me that her house had recently been sold to two families, who would be sharing the house together.
One of our most popular articles ever in Mothering is “Finding Your Tribe” by Teresa Pitman, the story of a young mom who spends days with her friend. They cook together, clean together, and help each other with their children. On Mothering.com we have very popular Finding Your Tribe threads with “tribes” of online forum members who regularly meet for picnics, meetings, and get-togethers in their local areas.
So how do we find community? We don’t. We attract it. We find it where we are. We go deeper with people we are already with: neighbors, coworkers, other parents. How do we find time for community? We start where we are! Here are four universal principles for communication recommended by anthropologist Angeles Arien:
Show up.
Pay attention to what has heart and meaning.
Tell your truth without blame or judgment.
Do not be attached to outcome.
We hone our skills of communication because we need each other so much. We need community. If you’re feeling blue it’s for a good reason. Don’t turn against yourself in tough times. Visualize what it would look like if you felt part of a tribe, part of a community. Describe it to yourself. What is one community you want to know more about? What is one step you could take toward that one community? Break it down into small steps and take just one step.
How do I meet new people? First I imagine what it is that I would like to share. Next I have to make a plan to achieve this connection. Then I need to take the first step, whatever it is. And, finally I have to practice my new learning again and again, by getting together with my new community regularly—and pretty soon I will belong. I also have to be patient with myself when leaving a less supportive community, just allowing myself to start over again without making a big production about it.
We’ve been living in an age in which the individual has appeared to be more important than the collective. Current economic challenges underline just the opposite. But these times are just a reminder of what has always been: We need community regardless of the times. There is nothing wrong with us if we can’t go it alone. We’re not supposed to.
Though we can’t go it alone, we also do not want to give ourselves away. We want to look for communities that offer us respect and optimism. I love this quote from African-American poet Nikki Giovanni about good boundaries in community.
There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don’t expect you to save the world, I do think it’s not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary and remove from your life those who offer you depression, despair and disrespect.

Peggy O’Mara is the mother of four grown children. She has gained international celebrity as publisher, editor and owner of Mothering Magazine. She is also the author of four books: Having a Baby Naturally: The Mothering Magazine Guide to Pregnancy and Childbirth, Natural Family Living: The Mothering Magazine Guide to Parenting, The Way Back Home: Essays on Life and Family, and A Quiet Place: Essays on Life and Family, all of which can be purchased in the Mothering Shop. A dynamic speaker, she has lectured and conducted workshops in conjunction with organizations such as the Omega Institute, Esalen, La Leche International, and Bioneers. She has appeared on numerous television and radio programs and has been featured in national publications including The Wall Street Journal, USA Today, The Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, Mother Earth News, and Utne Reader.
Read Peggy O’Mara’s editorials for philosophical information and practical advice about Natural Family Living
CareerBuilder announces: The number of guys who'd consider becoming stay-at-home dads has dropped from 49 percent in 2005 to 31 percent this year. This is based on a survey of 800 working fathers.
How can we reconcile that number with the staggering number of Father's Day stories about laid-off fathers becoming stay-at-home dads, or the rising visibility of caregiving fathers in our culture?
That's easy: We are now in the midst of an all-hands-on-deck economic emergency. Even employed parents feel under the gun at work, and many are facing furloughs, salary cuts, and benefits reductions. In that kind of situation, every able-bodied adult in every family needs to think about how he or she might contribute to the family's income, not to mention health care coverage.
That includes my family, by the way: I'm being laid off as senior editor of Greater Good magazine and my wife's employment situation has been rocky for awhile now. Am I going to go back to being a stay-at-home dad? I loved taking care of my son and would welcome the opportunity to do so again, but we as a unit can't afford voluntary stay-at-home parenthood. Not right now.
And so, based on that perspective, I have a prediction: Over the course of the next few years, we're going to see more involuntary stay-at-home dads--those created by layoffs--and fewer voluntary stay-at-home dads.
Here's the important thing: During the Great Depression, unemployment would destroy men. They were told that money was all they had to contribute to their families; if employment vanished, they saw themselves as worthless. They couldn't become "stay-at-home dads" because that role did not exist. Few mothers worked and fewer earned enough to support families. Today, most moms work and we can say to unemployed fathers: you still have value to your family, they need for you to see to their well-being.
That's a message that a decade's worth of voluntary stay-at-home dads can send to today's laid-off dads. That's something men need to hear right now, that they can play caregiving as well as breadwinning roles in their families.
President Obama Speaks to Dads About Fatherhood: "Just because your own father wasn’t there for you, that’s not an excuse for you to be absent also -- it’s all the more reason for you to be present. There’s no rule that says that you have to repeat your father’s mistakes. Just the opposite -- you have an obligation to break the cycle and to learn from those mistakes, and to rise up where your own fathers fell short and to do better than they did with your own children."
Mother, May I? Helping Moms Back Off So That Dads can be Dads: "Negative gatekeeping by mothers -- grimaces or criticism when men try to change a diaper or feed or play with a baby -- can block out even fathers who believe they should be involved, says a 2008 study in the Journal of Family Psychology... Gatekeeping can be positive, too: When mothers encourage dads, the men tend to shoulder more child care."
A Father's Day Assessment of Recession-Era Dads: "By now, pretty much everyone, their brother, and their mother have weighed in on how the recession is—and isn't—shaking up gender relations here at home. Journalists and researchers alike have questioned whether the downturn might change the balance of power and responsibility for good. They've offered bold pronouncements: Yes. And, well, no. They've dug up real-life tales of men and women for whom layoffs have hit hard, trotting outsagas of lost men and bitter wives one day and forecasts of a revolution in parenthood the next. I've followed the research and soaked up the reporting. I've got just one more story to add to the pile: my own."
Princess Parenting: "Are you a princess parent? Does your baby girl have more princess paraphernalia than you can fit in your mini van? As a parent, it’s nearly impossible to avoid the inevitable onslaught of princess culture."
Devoted Dad key to reducing risky teen sex: "The more attentive the dad — and the more he knows about his teenage child's friends — the bigger the impact on the teen's sexual behavior, the researchers found. While an involved mother can also help stave off a teen’s sexual activity, dads have twice the influence."
Raising Hell: For ella, my daughter, who asks why?: "I want to call on fathers everywhere to make a commitment to all youth and not just their 'own.'"
Links related to the release of my book, The Daddy Shift:
Daddy on Board: "I would like to say that there's this revolutionary movement of fathers who are going to take back fatherhood and change the face of public policy. But social change happens in stages, and I think where we're at is in the consciousness-raising stage... The logical way to close off this stage is to begin asking ourselves: How can we get public policies that will support our role as caregivers? How can we get paternity leave, which only one in 10 men have access to? How can we get flextime?"
Defining the Daddy Track: "The United States has never had a situation where so many mothers worked and so many fathers were capable of taking on caregiving work. People have a new image in their minds of what a good mother is and what a good father is, and that's a strength people are bringing into this economic crisis."
Why Working Mothers (Sometimes) Envy Stay-at-Home Dads: "Many career-oriented women marry men who become primary caregivers, and they are extremely happy with the arrangement. What’s their secret? In an age when gender roles are open to negotiation, the first trick, I found, is to identify what you want and find a partner who knows what he or she wants, bargain openly for roles as changes like parenthood loom, and clearly identify what strengths each partner brings to the table."
New Dad-itude: Today's fathers are hands-on, pressure off: "Compared with pressure that many moms say they feel, 'the bar is set pretty low for father involvement and father engagement,' says Jeff Cookston, an assistant professor of psychology who studies fatherhood at San Francisco State University. He calls the current group of younger dads a 'pilot generation' because they're trying to figure out the transition from dad as a breadwinner to the hands-on pop who doesn't shirk from diaper changes or carpool runs."
Father's Day Recommended Reading: "It's an empirical fact that fathers are comparatively rare in children's books — when economist David A. Anderson and psychologist Mykol Hamilton studied 200 children's books in 2005, they found that fathers appeared about half as often as mothers. Mothers were ten times more likely to be depicted taking care of babies than fathers and twice as likely to be seen nurturing older children. No surprise there, of course. Moms are still the ones most likely to be taking care of kids. But where does that leave families who don't fit the traditional mold? And how does that help parents who want to provide caring role models to their sons?"
While there are very few baby-friendly hospitals compared to the total number in the world, whenever one more hospital gets its baby-friendly status, it's time to celebrate.
St. Joseph Hospital in Orange County, California recently received it's baby-friendly distinction from UNICEF and the World Health Organization. I applaud their efforts to provide a healthy start to Orange county moms and their babies. In fact, four other hospitals and birth centers also received their baby-friendly honor recently. You can see a full list of baby-friednly hospitals and birth centers at www.babyfriendlyusa.org/eng/03.html
You would think that all hospitals would be baby-friendly. It's only logical. But there are decades old behaviors that are hard to overcome without a detailed plan, dedicated people and a concerted effort.
Take, for instance, the picture below from a hospital in 1942.

It is formula for the babies in the nursery at the Cairns General Hospital at the FSA (Farm Security Administration) farm workers' community. Eleven Mile Corner, Arizona.
Also, take into consideration this photo from November 1942.

Nurse training. Just as they take biology and chemistry, students of nursing "take babies" as the young nurses say. Here Susan learns how to give a baby one of his first meals.
While these photos are over fifty years old, they are still quite relevant today. It's hard to stop a horse when it's already out the barn. But there are those out there who are trying to do what's in the best interest of the baby by touting and recommending the many and varied benefits of breastfeeding.
Let's just hope more hospitals and birth centers seek their baby-friendly distinction as well, no matter how difficult it may be or how impractical it may seem.
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number, LC-USF34-071909-D DLC]
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number, LC-USE6-D-006949 DLC]

Just wanting to give a shout-out to our webmama, Cynthia Mosher, who has done an amazing job of heading up the migration of the old Mothering web site to our new and improved home.
Cynthia, who lives in Saudi Arabia, seemingly never sleeps, is available for us at all hours (of her day and ours, even though she's ten hours ahead of us). She's always there, patient and good-humored. She seems to know how to fix anything that could possibly go wrong online and manages to make me laugh on a regular basis, even when she's under a ridiculous amount of stress—as she often is. We'd be lost without her.
Kudos, Cynthia, for all you do! Thumbs up on a job well done!
Photo: I was out of town when Cynthia came to Santa Fe in 2007 to meet with the MotheringDotCommunity board administrators. Since I couldn't be there to meet her but wanted her to feel welcome, I left a cutout of myself in my chair with a speech bubble that said "Hi, Cynthia!" She shot this photo and left it for me to discover upon my return.
Have you ever done the Virginia Reel? You know, the one where you link opposite arms with the person facing you and twirl around, let go of that person and link arms withanother and repeat, the whole group of dancers moving around in a big circle?
I often think of this old square dance when I've had a day of one urgency after another, the kind of day where you go go go, twirling and reeling from one thing to another until finally the dance is over and everyone goes home and you have time to catch your breath and try to piece together a sense of what all just transpired.
That's the kind of month and a half it's been: getting the July-August issue out, working through computer failings (Mercury in retrograde!) and the flu, trying to get the new Mothering web site ready to launch, moving the office, all of which crescendoed to completion on June 1. After which I took off for a week and a half to go to the Mississippi Delta with my sister for a nonstop wild ride of a visit to our old stomping grounds.
Head still spinning, I'm now breathing deep and taking a moment to reflect before the music starts back up. . .
Photo from my visit last October to the Columbus County (NC) Fair.

In the early to mid twentieth century there was constant conflicting medical advice about how a mother should feed her baby. At least now every major medical association (to my knowledge) recognizes that breast is best. But back then, the advice was not as cut and dry. Above is a WPA (Work Projects Administration) poster encouraging mothers to breastfeed. It was distributed in New York and created in 1938.
However, as the below poster reveals, other agencies and states had another agenda entirely. This is a poster from the Cleveland Division of Health and FDA promoting milk, showing a large bottle of milk next to couples smiling, playing golf, tennis, and two babies. It was distributed in Ohio and was also a part of the WPA Art Program, 1940.

I just read in the latest issue of The Mother that we all poop wrong. Unless we squat. Squatting is the natural way to go (ha). When we sit on the toilet, we actually create a blockage in the anal canal! Imagine. Apparently, countries that do squat to poop have much lower rates of colon cancer. Constipation is also caused by sitting on the loo. And if you notice, kids naturally squat until we potty train them.
"The subhead of 'Mr. Big Gets Downsized' reads: 'What happens when the breadwinner is toast? Chris Noth plays Mr. Mom, while Milla Jovovich leaves him with the crumbs.' And so begins a role-reversal-ish photo shoot, in which the man is left at home to watch the rugrats while the woman is all business. Just like in The Hangover, it's supposedly instant comedy to see a man with a baby, as though men never parent and are as comfortable with kids as they are with, say, fainting goats."
When Opting Out isn't an Option: "Examining the lives of privileged women and their work-life choices is certainly much sexier and more controversial than telling the stories of the majority of working women in this country. After all, most women must balance work with caregiving. They don't have the option of opting out. Where's the debate in that?"
Helping Breadwinners When It Can't Wait: "In a nation where the vast majority of families now have no one at home to provide care, workers need paid time off from work to care for one another. Our current system of family and medical leave is unpaid, and even that is not inclusive and leaves out many of the hard-working families who need these benefits the most... It is patently unfair for some mothers and fathers to have to take unpaid leave or fear for their jobs to care for a newborn or take care of seriously ill children or parents—or even worse be unable to take that leave because their bosses just say no."
Two Senators Try to Give Working Parents Relief on Child Care Costs: "Under current tax law, many parents can get a tax credit for a portion of their child care costs. The problem is the portion is capped at $3,000. As MomsRising points out today, who pays $3,000 a year for good child care?"
Paternity Leave: "I have to admit, I also felt a little bit insecure about the whole idea of paternity leave. I think there's a lot to the notion that, in our culture, men derive a great deal of psychological satisfaction from going to work every day. Being out and about, running errands, with or without my son, in the middle of day made me feel a little bit strange and somewhat marginal... I'm not particularly proud of that, but there it is."
The next four links are related to the release of my book The Daddy Shift:
The Daddy Identity Crisis: "I wish we as a culture were better at rituals; it would be good to have a ritual of some kind that would mark this passage, from reliance on mom’s body to ramping up dad’s care. As things are in most families, I think it really comes down to Mom, at a certain point, being able to give the baby to her partner and then just… walk away."
Hands On Dads Handle Stress Better: "Job loss is traumatic. So is financial anxiety. But hands-on fathers who can juggle bath-time, playground jaunts and laundry duty are better equipped to deal with those than earlier generations of men, says the author of a new book on fatherhood."
Of fathers, mothers and parenting, and why I choose not to be completely useless: "Fathers are changing the nature of families. I don’t give fathers any particular credit for this. I just maintain that it is true. Fathers are stepping up, and as they do their partners are stepping aside and letting them in. I have watched these changes in my own life and in my own evolution as a father, and in families around me. The change isn’t universal. It is a work in progress."
No Child Left Behind = All Boys Left Behind: "I have great faith that having more men at home can help bring that critical masculine energy back into the nucleus of the family- there may be more sword fighting, squirt guns, and more hours of farting than flash cards. If boys can be empowered by men at home, ideally their ability to perform in school will increase. If more men are paying attention to how their sons are being taught and the obvious deficits they are facing, motivation will occur to take action and address their specific needs."
Thanks to everyone for your support of a local mother who was denied health insurance coverage for her preferred method of birth—a home birth. Together we were able to influence SEIU to change their reimbursement policy and cover out-of-hospital birth.
The birth community, loyal activists, outraged mothers, and Choices in Childbirth joined together to raise this woman’s voice in unison with ours, demonstrating national support for this type of insurance coverage. After several appeals and meetings (and meetings, and meetings), the SEIU 32BJ Joint Health Fund agreed to amend its policy and provide coverage for out of hospital births…. So why is this only a “sort of” success?
The problem is that the policy change only provided coverage up to the amount that they would pay for an in-network hospital provider fee (around $3,000), but the cost of a home birth in our area costs closer to $6000 in total. Why is there a discrepancy in the prices - especially when advocates of homebirth often cite lower costs as one of the benefits? While the insurance company technically only pays out the roughly $3,000 for the provider fee, the total cost of the hospital birth is substantially higher and includes additional fees such as the “facility fee” (for use of the hospital, the tools, the nursing staff, the linens, etc.). A homebirth midwife, on the other hand, brings the “facility” to you so to speak, not to mention that she spends personalized, one-on-one time with the laboring mother for the duration of the labor compared to the short amount of time the OB is usually present to deliver the baby. This $6,000 fee incorporates the facility aspect, but without a “facility” the homebirth midwife is unable to collect those additional fees.
So while this local mom and her supporters were successful in getting the policy changed, the option turned out to still be un-accessible; Homebirths are now technically an option with this plan, but only if you can afford to pay the difference out of pocket. (The woman gave birth to a healthy baby boy last week, by the way!)
I’d love to hear your thoughts… do you think that the insurance plan should pay for the full rate of an out-of-hospital rate? Do you have a story to share about out-of-hospital birth? Do you think more women would opt for an out-of-hospital birth if they knew that it would be covered by their insurance? Check out our Facebook page and leave a comment on our wall!

I am so excited this morning because I learned something brand new about American history!
As I have been searching through countless photographs on the Library of Congress Web site I keep coming across unfamiliar late nineteenth, early twentieth century photo cards with two of the exact image right beside each other. I knew absolutely nothing about them until today.
They're called stereographs and they were the precursor to the modern day View Master. Here's one called "Baby's Happy Hour" (1) from 1898.
It was photographed and sold by Griffith & Griffith, an early photography company out of Philadelphia. Families would pop their cards into the stereoscope and get a 3-D version of the image. It was great entertainment then, but Constance B. Schultz, a history professor at the University of South Carolina, teaches that these stereographs painted a very narrow view of women. (Quelle surprise!)
"Stereographs were used as a widespread vehicle to transport cultural and domestic ideas. They reflected and reinforced both positive and negative stereotypes about the roles and purposes of women."
Schultz adds the stereographs were intended to either depict women as matronly (above) or comical in nature like this one called "A Chip Off the Old Block" (2) which shows a man and baby drinking from the bottle. It was sold by the Standard Scenic Company in 1906.

1. Copyright: Griffith & Griffith
2. Copyright: Standard Scenic Co.
Very weird. Tim and I awoke this morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. But not as in Starbucks. More like the kind of coffee you'd get in a styrofoam cup at a high school football game or men's club pancake breakfast.
Weird because Tim and I don't drink coffee at home, don't have a way to make it. Our front window was open all night—could someone walking by with an open cup of coffee have left such a strong aroma in their wake? Was there a wanderer resting beneath our window in the wee hours, savoring some freshly brewed joe from the homeless shelter? Do we have a coffee-drinking ghost? OR is this just a very clichéd metaphor?
And if so, what is it we're supposed to be getting . . .
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Photo: Just happened to have this shot of an open styrofoam cup of coffee (detail from a Dunkin' Donuts poster. Not sure why I shot it. Or kept it!). But you can just smell it, can't you?
You know how there's this voice in your head that sometimes says things like "GO back into the house right now and put on a slip!" or "SMILE at the grouchy waiter—he's having a bad day". . .? That voice of instruction/barometer of appropriateness, your own internal dialogue of "thou shalts" . . . your mom's voice?*
Well, I hear the mom voice, too, of course. Who doesn't? But when it comes to design, I hear an altogether different voice: that of Robin Williams. (Yes, THE Robin Williams,** and, no, not the actor!)
I had the good fortune to take a class on typography from Robin in 1997 and have not been the same since. (For lots of reasons, which I'd love to talk about, including the fact that she's now a very dear friend, but because I'm under deadline and not really supposed to be doing anything but layout, I'll have to elaborate later.)
One of Robin's better known maxims regarding design—one that has appeared in her design books—is "Don't be a wimp." I hear that one quite often.
But the phrase I hear at least once a day is something Robin said repeatedly in class: "Trust your eyes . . . . You know what you're doing. Just look!" Many, many times over the past 12 years, that reassuring call to be present and trust myself has helped me over a creative hurdle and on to the next challenge.
OK. As Robin often says, "Anon!" Back to layout!
More about Robin later. . .
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*We included one of Mothering publisher and editor-in-chief Peggy O'Mara's bits of wisdom along these lines in our 2009 calendar: "The way we talk to our children becomes the inner voice they hear." (Kind of makes you think twice, doesn't it?)
**Macintosh computer users around the world practically worship Robin for her witty, easy-to-understand tomes on all things Mac, but she's also written brilliant books on design, typography, font management, podcasting, web design, and . . . and an in-depth look at a surprising candidate for the authorship of the works of William Shakespeare.
Image scanned from one of Robin's 50+ books, Beyond the Mac Is Not a Typewriter (1996). Part of what I love about Robin's books—besides the fun, sassy tone—is the wackiness of the examples she uses. Who knew learning could be such silly fun?
My new (first!) book, The Daddy Shift, is now available for order everywhere books are sold, and its very first review appears in this month's issue of Mothering magazine:
In The Daddy Shift: How Stay-at-Home Dads, Breadwinning Moms, and Shared Parenting are Transforming the American Family, Jeremy Adam Smith leaves no stone unturned in his adroit navigation of the slippery terrain of the changing role of "dad." Part lucidly written historical, social, and economic analyses of moneymaking and caregiving roles, and part eloquent portraits of stay-at-home dads of various cultural backgrounds (including gay couples), the book covers a lot of ground. But it never feels as if Smith is stretching to make his points. His investigations are very well researched, and he's pursued them with a rigorous intellectual integrity that makes his arguments engagingly persuasive. The result is an impressive book that even the childless should read, for at essence, The Daddy Shift is not just about stay-at-home dads, but about the changing roles of men and women in society.
Not a bad start. And here's what the magazine Body + Soul has to say in its next issue: "Smith's book is a gentle but persistent appeal to get beyond all those preconceived notions and make the choices that work best for ourselves and our families." My publisher, Beacon Press, even made this nice little promotional video. Embed it on your blog, forward it to friends! Here are some upcoming Bay Area events:
On May 30th at 2 pm, I will conduct a workshop for new and expectant parents on father involvement at Natural Resources in San Francisco. Come explore how new fathers and mothers can equally share in the joys and burdens of parenthood. Emphasis will be placed on successful co-parenting relationships and in understanding and overcoming obstacles to father involvement. To sign up, call 415 550-2611 or email info@naturalresources-sf.com. Co-sponsored by the Bay Area Homebirth Collective. On Saturday, June 6, at 7 pm, Cover to Cover will host a release party for The Daddy Shift. Cover to Cover is located in San Francisco, 1307 Castro St (between 24th St & Jersey St). Come one, come all. On Sunday, June 14 at 5 pm, Jeremy will read at an event for the 'zine Rad Dad, which has been nominated for an Independent Press Award. The reading will be held at Pegasus Books, 2349 Shattuck Avenue in downtown Berkeley, CA.
I've found myself complaining a lot this year about how "kids today" don't seem to know how to write email—let alone old-fashioned pen- or typewriter-to paper letters—but seem to communicate using instant messenger-type programs or social networking sites like Facebook or MySpace. With Reeve in Scotland, this has come especially clear to me: he just won't write—email messages or letters. At least not to Tim and me.
But now I may be changing my tune. The last few days, I've had several occasions where I wasn't able to talk to Reeve via Skype or on the phone, but, needing to make sure he was OK, sent him short text messages via Skype's chat function. In each case, he responded immediately, and these "chats" evolved into delightful discussions of a variety of topics, including critiques of YouTube performances we watched "together" (5,000 miles apart) as well as intellectual commentary on other shared informative links (like, well . . . Engrish.com, OK?).
In trying to relay the gist of these "chats" to Tim, I realized that I had the words right in front of me and could share what was said, verbatim. So this new (for me) way of communicating, this amalgam of letter-writing and talking on the phone has the added benefit of coming with a transcript! Something I can print out and sentimentally stash away, along with Reeve's childhood drawings, cards, and notes from camp. . .
Above: a snippet from a discussion Reeve and I had yesterday regarding a piece of music he's working on.
Mothering staffers gathered yesterday for a baby shower for Simone Snyder (who among other crucial things manages ad traffic for us), due in a couple of weeks.
We'll be posting a slide show of the shower on Mothering.com soon, but in the meantime, that's us in Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano's back yard.
Left to right, back row: Jennifer Bartlit, Lally McMahon, Simone Snyder, Peggy O'Mara, Kristina Morris-Heredia. Kneeling: Elizabeth Carovillano, Melyssa Holik, me.
Pelican's "Drought." On repeat. A highly recommended soundtrack for layout.
(From their album Australasia. Here's a rough clip, but you really need to hear their recording for the full effect. As one of the clip viewers commented: "You know who else likes Pelican? . . . God."
This, from fastnbulbous.com:
"Just like you scrub away the day's grime with a loofah, sometimes you need to sandpaper away unpleasant memories of bad radio you're subjected to. Pelican's Australasia is the perfect cure. . . As background music Australasia's tempo seems consistent, its tone satisfyingly thick, massaging the lower registers of your hearing. Put on the headphones (or risk your lease and crank the sound system) and allow your biochemistry to slow down and meld with the music . . ."
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Snapshot. There's a word you don't here much any more. Or at least, not in the one-time sense of "a cheap and quick photo taken with a cheap and quick point-and-shoot camera." Like the sublimely named Kodak INSTAMATIC.
They sure don't name them like they used to. How could you not feel hipster-cool carrying around an INSTAMATIC? (And just look at it!) (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia)
Anyway. Don't get me started on old cameras. My original intent was to upload a snapshot I surreptitiously grabbed earlier today with my cell phone—the Instamatic of our times.
I walked by staff photographer/super designer/web production expert/Photoshop wiz Melyssa Holik's desk and saw her busy at work, after a trip this morning to the eye doctor's office where they dilated her eyes.
Nothing stops Mel.
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Reeve is going to a birthday party tonight where everyone is supposed to dress as a Disney character.
He Skyped me from his dorm room in Glasgow as he was putting together his outfit for the evening: top hat, vest, jacket w/tails, upturned starched collar, umbrella, white (exfoliating) ("Whoa! These are cool!") gloves, and . . . powder-blue Puma running shoes?
A cricket's gotta be able to jump, I guess.
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Screen shot of Jiminy holding up his foot to try to show me his swift blue shoes.
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A bit of behind-the-scene trivia regarding the photos in our May-June 2009 piece on footbaths:
The article describes how calming it can be for young people—as well as adults, but who doesn't already know that?—to take a break from the day and soak their feet in soothing, fragrant water.
Mothering staff photographer Melyssa Holik and I lined up a photo shoot with the daughter of a staff member, bought our official footbath supplies and official footbath containers (a.k.a. salad bowls), then learned the day before the shoot that we needed to shoot in mid-morning, when the light was optimal, a time during which our model was—go figure!—in school.
In looking for a substitute, we quickly realized that not just anyone could step in on the appointed day and help us out. No, this job called for someone both available at 9:00 in the morning (just about anybody on our staff), and with very small feet. (Salad bowls, remember?) Not wanting to make anyone feel self-conscious about shoe size, Mel and I cruised the office, discreetly eyeing our coworkers' feet. . .
Happily, we didn't have to go far, and the featured feet in the footbath piece belong to Mothering Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano, a perfect salad-bowl-fitting size 5. Thanks, Elizabeth!
Image above is the opening spread of the article. Photo by Melyssa Holik.
. . . and mailboxes and computer screens this week: our May-June 2009 issue. Here’s a sneak peek at the cover.
The new issue has all kinds of good stuff, including Peggy O’Mara’s beautifully put-together response (and final word, in my opinion!) to the recent Atlantic Monthly article by Hanna Rosin, “The Case Against Breastfeeding.” A text-only, online version of Peggy’s editorial is here.
And I’m particularly excited about the stunning photos we’re running in Lauren Lindsey Porter’s article on attachment parenting—”ooh factor” all over the place! More on that later. . .
Last month, during the full moon, I got a call from a very emotional Reeve. Exhausted, sad, homesick, frustrated with his performance at school. Not sure what to do with himself during the upcoming three-week break between school terms. (He'd arranged to spend several days with two of his classmates at one of their homes in England, but didn't know about the remaining two weeks.)
It was late, and I was still at work, trying to finish things up so I could go home, and I was emotional myself—aching for him but feeling that he really just needed to stop thinking and get some sleep.
Consequently, I was kind of short with him, listening for only a couple of minutes before saying bluntly, "So [rather than go out on an exotic adventure like all of us back home wish WE could] why don't you just come on home for the break?"
He rallied somewhat. "That would be pitiful, Mom."
We hung up, and I sat in the dark office and sobbed. Wishing Reeve could be happy where he was, wishing he could summon the oomph to claim this opportunity and make his upcoming spring break something he'd remember fondly. Missing him and wishing he would come home, then immediately feeling guilty for the thought.
The next day, he called to tell us he had found "hella deals" ($20!) on airline tickets! And was going to spend the last ten days of his break in Sardinia!
Sardinia? I had to look it up. (As our friend Seth put it later: "Sardinia? Is that a planet?") (For the record, Sardinia is a large island off the coast of Italy. And, no, the people who live there are not called Sardines.)
I was thrilled, of course. And proud of Reeve for taking charge and pulling out of a potential emotional tailspin. And very, very nervous about him traveling alone in a country where he barely speaks the language.
These ups and downs. I don't think the parenting books talk about how the emotional highs and lows (and the quick swing from one to the other!) of parenting continue even after a child is officially an adult. Or maybe they do, and I just wasn't paying attention.
Above: Reeve kicking back on the shores of the Mediterranean. (Photo by Reeve Taylor)
3. In January 2010, WW Norton will be publishing The Compassionate Instinct, co-edited by me, Dacher Keltner, and Jason Marsh. In Spring 2010, Beacon Press will publish Are We Born Racist?, which I also co-edited.
4. Andrea Doucet, a Canadian sociologist who wrote an important academic book about stay-at-home dads, is now turning her attention to breadwinning moms. She's set up a new discussion forum for the moms, and I hope you (or your wife/partner) will join her.
5. I got mugged on April 4--my birthday!--and now I'm recovering from a concussion. Hence, the relatively long silence. Some thoughts on that later.
In my line of work, I see a lot of baby pictures. As you can imagine. (No. Belay that. I'm not sure you can imagine . . . we're talking LOTS of baby pictures. Babies nursing, babies sleeping, crying, crawling. Cover babies, messy babies, funny babies, happy babies. . .)
Occasionally, I come across a photo where there's no denying that the baby in question is related to the mom or dad or sibling in the photo. Maybe it's an obvious physical trait, like coloring or body type, or a distinctive facial feature, like the dark eyebrows my husband and son both have—but often it's more indefinable. A mannerism or idiosyncrasy, angle of posture, gleam in eye or tilt of head . . . caught by the camera. (Photo at right of my son, Reeve, at age three, and my brother, Grant—demonstrating an uncannily similar method of mocking the photographer. Genes?)
I find this very moving. It's as if our genes are doing the familial claiming for us, whether we will it or no, or are aware of it or not. And the camera is usually pretty insistent on pointing out the genetic connection.
Anyway, this came home to me the other day—along with the realization that this "genetic claiming" or resemblance among family members can also be seen in photos of the same individual across time.
I was going through some old photos and happened upon one, taken about 40 years ago, in which my sister, Cathy, and I are dancing. I was immediately struck by how much, in the photo, Cathy at age 6 looks like her son Ian. But I was even more struck by how much, in the photo, I at age 7 look like . . . me. See for yourself. (Top photo was taken in December 2008. Bottom photo, December 1968. That's me on the right in both cases.)
I know, I know. A long, roundabout way of stating the obvious. We look like our families; we look like ourselves. Still, it's kind of fun to see it laid out so plainly via the medium of photography.
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PS And a really weird thing about this is that between the taking of these two photos, I had at least ten years of training in dance. Sure wouldn't know it from these pics. (Don't tell my mom. . .)
These guys make me happy. Ted and Debbie are a husband-and-wife team of photographers whose collective sense of humor and appreciation for the casual beauty in everyday living comes through in their work.
Screen shot from their website at right. (I often visit and peek at their work just for the lift it gives me.)
And their blog is here.
I found out about them years ago when I received this gift in the mail.
Stamped into the top of the pencil is their URL and the instructions to "log on." Corny, yes. But I love it.
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PS That's their youngest (of five sons) on our July-August 2008 cover.
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1. Violent feelings are natural, and have an evolutionary basis 2. Measured in terms of the number of acts, childhood is the most violent period of human life; as they grow humans learn to avoid violence 3. It’s an empirical fact that the vast majority of mature humans avoid real-world violence at all costs 4. A minority of humans do act violently; thus sooner or later, we are all confronted with violence 5. Imaginary violence is not the same thing as real-world violence, but it is a form of preparation for the real thingViolence in children:
6. All children, boys and girls alike, need physical play 7. For young children, violent play is a form of physical play 8. Violent play exists because it is a way of dramatizing conflict and learning to control violent feelings; this is how we prepare to confront real-world violence 9. Teaching children to repress violent feelings (and violent play) is not the same thing as teaching them to control those feelings 10. Violent and scary play is a way of confronting scary things and learning about conflict in a controlled, fantasy way 11. Adults often seek to repress violent childplay because they cannot control real-life violence; thus, adults teaching children to conceal violent feelings or play is itself a kind of escapist fantasy: If we don't see the expression of violence, we imagine that it does not exist. This is a comfort; it's also delusional.Ways for adults to foster peacefulness in children:
12. If we behave violently, so will our children; thus we adults should never, ever be violent, except in the most extreme circumstances 13. Imposing rules and limitations on violent play without repressing it helps children learn to control the expression of real-world violence; it also helps demarcate imaginary and real-world violence 14. But the real key to reducing real-world, one-on-one violence is to foster empathy and self-control 15. The best way to foster empathy and self-control is to foster the imagination (i.e., conscience) 16. Fostering imagination allows children and young adults to conceptualize and pursue pathways away from violence 17. This is something they must learn to do on their own; it’s a long-term process accomplished over many years 18. The process consists of questions, conversations, modeling, and also stories… 19. Telling developmentally appropriate stories with violence in them is one way to help this process along. For example, The Iliad is mind numbingly violent and Achilles is the most violent character in The Iliad; and yet when Achilles and Priam weep together, the consequences of violence are revealed to Achilles as well as the reader; Achilles regains his humanity and his sense of restraint. This is what matters in a story with violence in it: it must show the consequences of violence and the humanity of victims. 20. Violent stories without consequences are amoral and help foster real-world violence; this is something we should explicitly explain to children when they are old enough. 21. People need heroism; there are more ways to be heroic than to fight; children, especially boys, also need stories in which heroism is expressed in caring, nonviolent ways 22. Participating in political action (e.g., taking children to anti-war demonstrations) is also a good way to foster nonviolent ethics, by making it public and heroicSelected, edited reader comments to the original note:
1. Am particularly taken with #19 (hadn't thought of Achilles's "redemption" quite like that), #20 (YESYESYES. If only Hollywood could hear you!) and #21 Can't just say no to a naturally occurring, evolutionarily-based inclination, must alchemize/channel it toward positive release.) 2. This makes me think of Rudolph Steiner's ideas about how imagination is crucial to the development of empathy and how fairytales and myths play into that. 3. I was very influenced by reading Who's Calling the Shots when we were grappling with our then-4-year old's interest in having a toy gun. It allowed me to ease up on trying to control N---'s play while still keeping a discussion open about our values. (As an aside, it's influenced how I'm handling Barbie with my daughter, too.) 4. I'm conflicted on this. I don't really think violence is "natural" for little kids. I think some kids are more physical than others, that there's a range, but violence as we understand it includes the intention to do harm, knowing the consequences of our physical acts, and i'm not sure little kids have that. That said, i totally agree with your point about empathy, not necessarily because of violence but because empathy is the foundation for social justice. 5. Part of the problem here is that we all use "violence" freely but rarely talk about what we mean by it. By this definition, no, violence isn't natural. But it's become common to refer to kids' make-believe shoot 'em ups and swordfighting as "violent play" and superhero cartoons as "violent entertainment." The "V word" has become a common way to politicize and dominate discussions. 6. Funny you should bring this up; just today I was watching a group of four-year-old boys engage in a series of imaginary superhero playfights that three times out of five turned into real fights, in the sense that excitement escalated and one of them ended up really hitting and one of them got really upset about it. Was it violence? I say yes, definitely, and I know that most researchers who study violence in children would consider it to be violence as well, albeit of the impulsive childlike variety. Context is everything: I don't think these little kids were being violent in the same sense that, say, a drug dealer is violent, or, for that matter, a policeman making an arrest or a soldier on a battlefield--in fact, each of those contexts--the motivation, the intention, the situation--are different, and produce different types of violence with different levels of potential for harm. 7. This is one reason some over-controlling (frightened) adults want to eliminate kids' rough play. Pretty common for some kid to go too far and some other kid to get hurt or mad. But that's one of the ways we learn boundaries and self-control. You hit your friend for real and the play date ends. It's a great way to learn where fantasy stops and reality starts. Too bad adults sometimes have such a hard time distinguishing between their own fear-based fantasies and their kids' realities...
Mothering's webmama just posted a tutorial by Amanda Blake Soule, a.k.a. SouleMama, one of the crafty mama bloggers featured in our March-April issue. Learn to make bookmarks like the ones shown here out of your child's drawings. Photo courtesy of www.SouleMama.com
Mogwai. "Cosmic" post rock, per AllMusic—and I agree. Their sound is big and lush, if not galactic. Kings of the slow build. . .
Would love to wax eloquent about them, but magazine layout awaits, so I'll just say their wall of sound does wonders for my brain.
Meanwhile, here's a 2006 video/interview* filmed in their hometown of Glasgow. Check it out.
Photo of the band courtesy of Mogwai.co.uk
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*"Have you ever felt the time is now for Mogwai?"
"I think I've felt that the time is soon, but I've never felt the time is now. . . Such unabashed optimism would probably render me useless to the world."
Or INaction. Today, instead of my usual early-morning hike with Tim up the hill to his workplace and a run down the hill to the gym, my athletic activity has comprised sitting up.
After a nightlong struggle to hang on to the bed and not lose any body parts through the threatening outheaval, I'm grateful to simply have the world around me sit still. Which is good, since we've got a magazine to make and deadlines to meet.
On the up side, I've found that, when I'm in Migraine Land, my subconscious often shows up and negotiates creative solutions to design problems impermeable to my conscious brain. Could use such a miracle today . . .
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Laura: "No . . ." Reeve: "O.K. Gotta go. Love you!" Still not really sure what just happened. . .Crafty mama, I mean. And not just crafty: this one is sneaky, as well. Quietly hiding behind the aforementioned (last post) cover story is writer Jean Van’t Hul, who, come to find out, is herself an artist and mother and blogger extraordinaire. Who knew!
Take a look at Jean's blog here, and be sure to check out her March 2 post: An Activity a Day for March.
That's right. 31 things for Jean to make and do with her three-year-old daughter, Maia. Cool things like making tissue-paper candle holders, starting a nature journal, making and playing with clean mud, baking soft pretzels, and, my favorite, one I've never done except inadvertently: germinating grocery store products.
Photos (from Jean's blog): Maia shapes some dough for a yummy soft pretzel like this one.
Our May-June cover story, written by Jean Van’t Hul, features five Midas-like mamas who go about their lives transforming the everyday into the breathtaking. To gaze upon their creations is to be first awestruck, then inspired. (And endearing them to me all the more is the fact that these woman are all talented photographers.)
Here they are, with links to their blogs and web sites.
1. Sally Shim. A mom of two who favors handmade goods for their originality, she often makes things herself because she just can’t find what she’s looking for in stores.
Check out Sally's slideshow on how to appliqué on Mothering.com.
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2. Amanda Blake Soule is the author of The Creative Family: How to Encourage Imagination and Nurture Family Connections, mother of four, and blogger known to many as SouleMama. Amanda's studio (see photo at right)—let alone the things she creates there—makes me want to go and make stuff.
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3. Eren San Pedro says that rag rugs provide a way for her to stay connected to her grandmother—and to reuse stuff around the house. “I have one I’m working on right now that’s very much a family thing—I’m using my dad’s old blue jeans, my grandfather’s work pants, and some of the kids’ old bedsheets.”
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4. Amy Karol is a mixed-media artist, quilter, mom to three girls, and the author of Bend the Rules Sewing: The Essential Guide to a Whole New Way to Sew. Shown here is a place-setting she made that even I, eschewer of all things dinner party (I refused to register when I got married, throwing all dining-related wedding gifts into the closet in my old room at home so my mom could have backup china, silver, and stemware as needed), could love.
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5. Stephanie Congdon Barnes finds much of her inspiration from nature, replicating out of cloth the things she and her two children find outside their home in Oregon.
Her book of photographs (a collaboration with artist Maria Alexandra Vettese is A Year of Mornings—3191 Miles Apart: A Photographic Collaboration.
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Photos by Sally Shim, Amanda Soule, Erin San Pedro, Amy Karol, and Stephanie Congdon Barnes.
Contact: Kelly Renn, kelly @ choicesinchildbirth.org 212-867-9646
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IN SUPPORT OF HEALTH COVERAGE FOR HOME BIRTH
Afternoon Hearing Will Determine Coverage for Union Employee’s Wife; New York State Law Covers But SEIU Rejects
NEW YORK – Choices in Childbirth, a New York City nonprofit that helps women make informed maternity decisions, is holding a rally to support a 3:00 PM hearing for Julie Finefrock. Ms. Finefrock is six months pregnant and medically eligible for a home-birth, which she has chosen for herself and her baby, but for which she has been denied coverage by the Service Employees International Union (SEIU). Ms. Finefrock’s husband is an SEIU employee and she is appealing her denial of coverage.
Under New York state law, Ms. Finefrock would have the benefit of medical insurance coverage, yet SEIU, because it provides a self-insured health policy to its members, has found a loophole to exclude coverage for planned homebirth care via the Employee Retirement Income Support Act (ERISA). This federal law sets minimum standards for retirement and health benefit plans in private industry. Ms. Finefrock is asking SEIU to give her parity with non-union NY State residents and allow her to choose the medical care that evidence has shown is both safer and more economical than hospital birth.
Choices in Childbirth has unfortunately found a growing number of self-insured corporations using this ERISA loophole. It is Choices in Childbirth’s belief that New York State residents deserve equal coverage regardless of their employment situation, and encourages the SEIU to support appropriate maternity care in line with that of New York State law.
WHAT: Rally in support of appeal to the SEIU to cover home births, as New York State law permits
WHERE: Outside SEIU 32BJ, 101 Avenue of the Americas
WHEN: Wednesday, March 18th at 11:30–1:30; hearing is at 3 pm
Choices in Childbirth
At Choices in Childbirth, our mission is to improve maternity care by providing the public, especially childbearing women and their families, with the information necessary to make fully informed decisions relating to how, where, and with whom they will give birth. www.choicesinchildbirth.org.
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Now my son wants to know, "Why don't you do a book called Ask Me About My Wedding ?" And boy, is that a story.
*skutch (n.), skutchy (adj): pronounced with oo as in book. Walsh family term for irascible/touchy. May also be a word others use. If so, let me know : )
. . . is out and about and on newsstands now!
The baby on the cover, shot by photographer Michelle Dupont of Tasmania, Australia, is Maive McDowell, also of Tasmania. She's wearing a cap that Michelle knitted—very fitting for an issue where we're featuring five fun and funky homecrafting bloggers.
Michelle's a crafty blogging mama (of six!) herself. Check out her blog and more of her stunning photography here.
Oh, and that pattern for Maive’s hat (called the Pilot's Cap)? It's here.
. . . on the "off month" of February. I call it that, even though there's plenty to do around here, work-wise. Emotionally, it feels like a month off after the stressful pace of putting out a magazine.
But now that it's March, we're back into production mode, heading toward the May-June issue. . .
Photo from Saturday's walk in downtown Santa Fe.
Just got our new eco-friendly banners back from the printer. The banners themselves are biodegradable, but our favorite part is the bamboo stands. The banners retract into beautiful bamboo boxes, made from 90% renewable resources, according to the manufacturer, Megagraphix.
Why bamboo? Here's what they say:
"As the fastest growing plant on the planet, this low impact agro-forestry product is finding increasing use as a versatile industrial material. With a maturity cycle of 3-4 years, bamboo can be a viable replacement for wood or metal components and provides a critical component in the balance of oxygen and carbon dioxide in the atmosphere."
The banners are going with several of our gang to Anaheim for Expo West next month. Stop by and check them out if you go.
Above: Marketing Director Elizabeth Carovillano demonstraes the scale of the banners while modeling one of our new Mothering aprons. (Apologies for the poor-quality cell phone shots. Sometimes you have to take what's available!)
I've been admiring the work of Polly Becker for years. I have always loved assemblage, and Polly takes it to a strikingly evocative level with her use of old photos and vintage odds and ends. The woman wields a mean metaphor (cf. these images from her web site).

I finally got the opportunity to ask her to illustrate for us when I found what seemed to be a match for her work: an article on work-at-home moms which we'll be running in our March-April issue—and was thrilled to learn that she's a work-at-home mom herself—who said she'd long been interested in creating work for Mothering.
Keep an eye out . . .
Oh, my. Made it through the messy rush of getting the March-April issue to the printer two weeks ago Friday, then got a call from Reeve Saturday—saying he'd just finished the last of his opera performances and had a high fever and what should he do?
Thus began a week of anxious phone calls and Skype sessions. Stomach flu. Fever. Diarrhea. Anxiety. Difficulty breathing. Sleeplessness. (On both sides of the ocean.) And the awareness (also on both sides of the ocean) that over-the-phone mothering is a poor substitute for the real thing.
Alone in his spinning bed in his room on the fourth floor in downtown Glasgow. Trying to figure out whom he could ask for help, which friends and flat-mates could run to the store and get him analgesic, antacid, chicken broth, ginger ale.
Insert here a modern-day tale of across-the-miles and right-next-door technology: At one point several days into it, Reeve thought maybe he should try to eat something but didn't feel he could ask another favor of the same classmates he had asked before. Earlier that day, he posted his status on Facebook as "really ill." While I was talking with Reeve via Skype, I noticed that the Albanian student in the room next to his, Miranda, had commented on his status, saying he should let her know if he needed anything. When I suggested he ask Miranda for help, he said he couldn't, he didn't have her phone number and wasn't sure it was in good form to bang on the wall. I reminded him he could contact her via Facebook. He did, and she brought him soup right away.
Finally, he started feeling better, but then, as he emerged from the week of sickness, wobbly but lucid, talk turned to that midterm music history essay that was due TODAY, unless he produced the doctor's excuse required for an extension. Only problem there: he hadn't known doctor's excuses were necessary, hadn't gone to the doctor during the week he was sick. ("I'm an American—we don't go to the doctor for the flu!") But, since he didn't have an essay and really needed the extension, he made a trip to the doctor's office and begged, pleading ignorance of the system. The kindly doc said something to the effect of "This is not the way we usually do things, but just this once. . ." and produced the excuse.
So then there were the many and long conversations about the paper, the first major one required of him this year. "I can't do this! I'll never get this done. I'm an idiot!" Seeing his life in ruins before him, etc. But bit by bit, he got there, finally found aspects of the topic to get excited about and got it done. And managed to get in a full night's sleep before turning it in.
So now, finally, all is calm. The magazine made it to the press on time. Reeve weathered the flu and got back on his feet by himself, with a little help from his new friends. Got excused from classes retroactively, got his paper written and turned in on time. . .
I'm grateful.
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The huge difference in child poverty rates between the United States and almost everywhere else in the developed world, especially Northern European countries, is not accidental. It's the product of decades of diverging social policies, as well as different philosophies of education. In the twenty-first century, it's better to be educated (and by that I mean, have at least a B.A.) than not, cosmopolitan instead of provincial. It's better to read books instead of watching TV, and to learn more than one language. It's better when governments rely on science instead of superstition to make policy, and it's better for them to be secular instead of religious. This is not an issue of rich vs. poor. Instead it pits social development against neglect and underdevelopment.
I'm not a relativist. I think embracing these values, as individuals and a society, will give my son a better life. That some people might think I'm a snob for saying that education is good and ignorance is bad just illustrates how frighteningly neurotic some parts of America have become.
And I think that adopting these policies will actually decrease the hyperventilating anxiety I described in my original post, which causes, for example, some parents (of all social classes, not just the most privileged) to hold their kids back a year so that they can beat out other kids in academics and athletics, which becomes a kind of vicious cycle as others try to keep up. Creating a situation of functionality and equality will reduce the craziness we see in places like San Francisco, where parents live (with cause) in fear that their kids' life chances will diminish if they end up in the wrong school.
To put it a different way, let's stop blaming parents (and teachers) for struggling to make the best of the system. Instead, let's change the system.
Liberal and conservative alike, we Americans too often forget that our children are the poorest in the developed world. Liberals and progressives blame conservative social policies, but as the comments at Daddy Dialectic reveal, there's enough blame to go around. While we've wasted time worrying about strawmen--like, for example, "helicopter parents"--we've neglected our school system to the point where many districts are on the brink of disaster, and some are disasters. More than just time, we are wasting talent and lives, and there's no excuse for it.
(Incidentally, if you'd like to read a superb overview of what public policies have fueled America's rising rate of child poverty and Europe's falling rate, see Jody Heymann's 2006 book, Forgotten Families.)Before we get to far, I wanted to formally introduce you to the project that has been consuming many people's time over the last five years! The New Space for Women’s Health is improving the quality of health care for all women in New York City by establishing an independent, center for birth, breastfeeding, and women’s health care. We envision empowering consumers to make infomed choices, have a healthy and satisfactory birth and post-partum care, and changing the conversation around women's healthcare.
New York City became home to the first independent birth center in the United States in 1975. First as a pilot project of the Maternity Center Association and then as the Elizabeth Seton Childbearing Center (“ESCbC”), birth center midwives provided personalized, respectful care to women and families. At the two centers, midwives welcomed over 7,000 babies into the world and provided countless families with breastfeeding support, childbirth education, postpartum support groups and a strong sense of community.
ESCbC closed its doors on September 1, 2003 due to a number of management issues, including liability insurance costs and a lack of support from the new administration of the hospital that owned the Center. On the eve of the closure, the New Space for Women’s Health grew from the desire to keep the independent birth center option, and a healthy, safe and empowering experience, alive in Manhattan.
The New Space has been successful in raising money and reaching donors who have been attracted by our clear plans, the strategic guidance of our leadership, and the obvious need for our existence in New York City. Our research indicates that our facility will be operating at capacity very quickly, and donors have indicated their long-term support. However, our critical need is immediate: we must secure leadership gifts to enable this project to commence.
In 2005, a generous and committed donor offered the New Space a 15-year lease on a 7,000 square foot space on West 30th Street in Manhattan. Since then we have welcomed to our board finance professionals, nonprofit managers, lawyers, entrepreneurs, producers and philanthropists to our core group of midwives and healthcare professionals. We are now working to fundraise the capital necessary to build a center that will care for over 20,000 women a year, including 1,200 births, and are slated to open in 2011.
We are, of course, always looking for volunteers and advocates! If you are interested in getting involved, you are welcome to contact me at becca [at] newspacenyc.org and we'll work together to figure out a way you can be involved.

Researchers have documented what they call an Obama effect, showing that a performance gap between African-Americans and whites on a 20-question test administered before Mr. Obama’s nomination all but disappeared when the exam was administered after his acceptance speech and again after the presidential election. The inspiring role model that Mr. Obama projected helped blacks overcome anxieties about racial stereotypes that had been shown, in earlier research, to lower the test-taking proficiency of African-Americans, the researchers conclude in a report summarizing their results. “Obama is obviously inspirational, but we wondered whether he would contribute to an improvement in something as important as black test-taking,” said Ray Friedman, a management professor at Vanderbilt University, one of the study’s three authors. “We were skeptical that we would find any effect, but our results surprised us.” The study has not yet undergone peer review, and two academics who read it on Thursday said they would be interested to see if other researchers would be able to replicate its results.This echoes research that has been extensively reported in Greater Good magazine. For instance, in the summer 2008 issue, Rodolfo Mendoza-Denton describes how stereotypes hinder the test performance of negatively stereotyped groups and help the performance of positively stereotyped groups. "The good news is that we can reduce achievement gaps by teaching students that their academic ability is something they can work on, not something fixed by their DNA," concludes Mendoza-Denton. "The better news is that these interventions also seem to 'lift all boats'—that is, everyone's achievement seems to benefit. And the best news may be that changing students' notions about fixed ability may itself lay the groundwork for reducing prejudice: If genes alone don't dictate how smart we are, it makes much less sense to believe that people's ability depends on their race, ethnicity, or gender."
The best chance of forming a long lasting relationship with an unmarried father and building the foundations for a stable family life are the critical months of pregnancy, says new research from the University of Maryland. Marriage itself is not a guarantee, the study adds. "Unmarried dads are less likely to drift away if they are involved with their partner during this vital period when a family can begin to bond," says University of Maryland human development professor Natasha J. Cabrera, the principal investigator and a researcher at the school's Maryland Population Research Center. The study, published in the December Journal of Marriage and Family, is the first to explain the importance of the prenatal period in the formation of non-traditional family patterns. The researchers analyzed data drawn from an ongoing project—The Fragile Families Child Wellbeing Study—which mostly involved unmarried couples, a total of 1,686 couples in all (www.fragilefamilies.princeton.edu) In their analysis, Cabrera and her colleague, Jay Fagan at Temple University, found that fathers involved during pregnancy were significantly more likely to remain involved in raising their child at three-years-old. "The unmarried father is much more likely either to maintain or move into a more committed relationship if he's involved before the birth, and that's the critical difference," Cabrera says. "As you might expect, research has consistently shown that creating a stable home life predicts whether a father will be an active participant in raising the child, but what we've learned here is that the prenatal months are when that kind of family structure is most likely to coalesce." The study found that marital status is not a critical predictor of a father's involvement. "It is the decision that couples make to strengthen commitment and move in together that is important, rather than marital status per se," Cabrera said. "You don't need much imagination to see that a live-in dad is likely to be more involved in child care and family life. It's the personal investment in the child's and the mother's future that counts the most, not the paperwork."
When it comes to opera, I'm basically a cretin. And right now, a very proud cretin.
Reeve's in the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama's production of Sergei Prokofiev's "Love of Three Oranges," which opened last night. He called after the show, giddy with the excitement of community, collaboration, and a show well done. He sent photos, and my heart swelled.
So forgive me for getting a little braggy here about my boy's part in a realm I know little about. It's one of those things we cretin moms do best. . .
Photo courtesy of RSAMD. (That's Reeve on the bottom right. Interestingly, this is not the first show he's been in where he's gotten beaten up and tossed about onstage!)
I’m Rebecca Benghiat, the Executive Director of the New Space for Women’s Health, a nonprofit opening the only independent birth and women’s health center in New York City. In a city where you can find anything at any hour (and have it delivered to your doorstep) there’s isn’t birth center. Crazy? Totally.
The New Space is changing maternity care by being, not bucking, the system. We’re creating safe, healthy, inclusive, sustainable care in a city that demands nothing less, and I’m thrilled to share the ride.
Maserati.
A post-rock instrumental band out of Athens, Georgia, formed in 2000. This, from the Temporary Residence Limited website:
. . . the band has dragged the glory years of psychedelic arena rock kicking and screaming into the 21st Century, with the pomposity (and vocals) carefully removed. In its place are white hot flashes of light pulsing to an unstoppable rhythm that makes us want to punch air and drive really fast in a car with wings instead of doors.
Or . . . work really fast on layouts that (hopefully) serve as informative vehicles to get people where they need to be!
Oh, and that Jan-Feb cover? Knowing we wanted an image to go with our package of stories on cosleeping, we hired photographers on both coasts to shoot for us: longtime Mothering favorite Doug Piburn in Los Angeles, and Amy Elliott (relatively new to me but who actually shot for Mothering years ago) in New York City.
Both photographers came back with stunning photos,* but the cover we ended up with came from a completely different source (and a completely different coast). Flickr. Spanish photographer Alio Viera Agel lives in Malmo, Sweden, with his wife and daughter, Liva, who was seven months old when the cover photo was taken—during a Saturday morning game of hide-and-seek with Dad.
*Doug's photos we're hanging on to for later use. Amy's we used in Sarah Buckley's article on cosleeping. (Opening spread at right.)

Would love to talk here about the design aspect of the O'Bama campaign but am under deadline and will have to settle for linkage: Check out Studio 360's "The Making of an Icon" here.
Tim and I just put our boy on a plane back to Scotland, and I am feeling the ache. A huge hole in my gut and in our house.
As I was walking back to the office, though, I got hit by a big surprising wave of perspective: But, wait. Reeve is independent, on his own now, and . . . potty-trained! And he falls asleep at night by himself! He plays well with others, and when he eats spaghetti, he no longer tosses the noodles onto his head but uses silverware and puts the stuff right into his mouth! He (often) says please and thank you and doesn't complain about homework or throw candy fits in grocery store checkout aisles. He's smart and funny and compassionate and cheery and somehow fully capable of getting himself across the ocean and back, fully equipped to get an education and pursue his passion and grow into a fuller version of the person he's already kinda been all along.
Photo: A favorite family portrait from a visit five years ago to a place we love, the crumbling town of Vaughn, New Mexico. The boy already looking off in a different direction. . .
Mauthority.
My nephew Nick, who is visiting us this week, was sick last night. Sick, as in hurling up his guts every half hour or so. All night long. And I was reminded (it's been years since I've done the all-night sickbed vigil—so quickly we forget!) how, in the middle of the night, the welfare of a loved one in pain and in need occludes everything: deadweight exhaustion, ice-cold bare feet, even the tremendous urgency of the need to pee after those cups of tea intended to address the aforementioned exhaustion.
I also was re-marveling at the old familiar awareness that I know what to do when someone is sick, even while worrying that I don't. And that I have the authority to act on that knowing. I'm not Nick's mom, but in situations like last night, general momness overrides the particulars of bloodline or familial relationship. [I don't mean to be sexist here or to diss dadness—am just drawing from my own experience.]
I remember discovering this "mauthority," this power of momness, years ago when Reeve had friends over. On one occasion, one young friend (normally tough, confident, athletic, 9 or so at the time) spent the night. He and Reeve had watched (I'm embarrassed to say) an alien abduction movie earlier that night, then got scared and couldn't sleep, so they brought sleeping bags in to our room so they could sleep on a pad next to our bed. A few hours later, I was awakened by Reeve's friend crawling in next to me, staying close to the edge of the bed so as not to awaken me. I knew this big, strong 9-year-old would be mortified if I let on that I knew he was there, so I pretended to sleep while trying to somehow exude maternal comfort. He eventually returned to his sleeping bag, and the event went unspoken of thereafter. Momness works. Even while we're sleeping, apparently (or apparently sleeping, anyway).
So now Nick, thank goodness, is much better. And I'm back to being an aunt (albeit an exhausted one), freshly girded with the knowledge that—should the need arise, for my own child or anyone else's—I've got the power!
Photo: Tim and Laura's first introduction to Nick, circa May 1987, back before Laura had any knowledge of mauthority. (Laura: "But what is it, Tim?" Tim: "It's a nephew." Laura: "A nephew? . . . but, what do we do with it?")
Our boy Reeve is home from Scotland for three weeks, and once again the house is filled with the pitter patter of . . . double kick pedal drums. (Although studying classical voice these days, Reeve is still part metalhead.)
And, despite the fact that he can now fix his own dinner and launder his own clothes, some other things remain unchanged. I came home last night to find Reeve and his longtime (since third grade!) friend Evan sitting at our kitchen table, COLORING.
Life is good.
Laura's Mom's Roll-Out-and-Paint Christmas Cookies
½ c butter 1 c sugar 1 egg 1 tsp vanilla ½ tsp baking powder ¼ tsp salt 2 c all purpose flour
Cream sugar and butter together. Add egg and vanilla. Beat well.
In separate bowl, mix dry ingredients well. Fold into sugar and butter mixture. Chill for one hour.*
Roll out dough to a thickness of approximately ¼ inch, cut out shapes with cookie cutters.
Bake at 400°F for approximately 8 minutes.
Let cookies cool on baking racks. Once they’re cool, grab a clean paintbrush and go to workl
Makes 4 dozen.**
*The dough—but it’s OK if you kick back, too.
**I usually double the recipe (but use just one egg)
I usually make this up as I go along, but here’s a place to start—just adjust to taste.
3 c powdered sugar (maybe more) 1 T butter or margarine vanilla or lemon juice to taste (probably 1 tsp) (sometimes I use powdered lemonade if I don’t have juice) water
Work butter into sugar. Add water until mixture becomes fluid. Add vanilla or lemon juice.
Continue to stir until mixture is smooth and the consistency of thick paint.
Paint the icing on cooled cookies. (We use clean paintbrushes.)
Let icing dry; then serve, and enjoy!
The bird has flown home. Got in Saturday night, and there was jubilation.
Photo here of Reeve carrying home the Christmas tree we picked out yesterday (his dad's on the other end). His old friends Evan and Justen joined us for what was a really festive day.
Now, finally, it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. . .
PS Am also including a photo of our fake fireplace, just to share the festive fun.
A bit more about the redesign. One element of the magazine's look that underwent an overhaul was the color palette, that virtual box of crayons we pull from when designing anything Mothering-related. (Although we make occasional seasonal adjustments to the palette, we try to stick with the same family of colors for continuity and to create an association of the colors with the magazine.)
In updating the palette, we knew we wanted to make at least one big change: we needed a RED.
When I first started at Mothering five years ago, I felt that the palette should be lively but not too contrasty. It seemed important for the overall feel of the magazine to be one of quiet—a haven for harried parents trying to grab a few minutes of reading time. As I've grown more familiar with the philosophy of magazine and its readership, I've realized that, while I still think there's a need for its pages to elicit a sense of calm, there also are times when we're putting out a call to action—or, more accurately, a call for activism. We needed more red.
So Melyssa Holik and I pow-wowed about colors, met with the editorial staff, and discussed the idea of Peggy as the essence of the magazine. We played with hues and tones in layouts and logos, cutting the colors into little swatches and playing with various combinations (kind of like paper dolls) (well, kind of!), finally arriving at a palette that we felt good about. We handed it over to Peggy, who playfully named the swatches for things one might find at her house and in her garden.
The result is above. Click on it to enlarge and see what you think!Dinosaur dads played an active role in raising their young and often served as single parents, according to a study published Friday in the journal Science. The researchers examined bones belonging to eight different dinosaurs that were fossilized in "brooding postures" near clutches of eggs. None of them included medullary bone, a form of bone tissue found in female birds and some female dinosaurs that is mined for calcium when they lay eggs, the researchers reported... Dino daddies may have evolved as active parents because the moms were preoccupied with laying eggs, which were large and could only be produced one at a time, the researchers wrote. Additionally, since unhatched chicks needed so much heat to stay warm, the dads may have had little choice but to help out with incubation if they wanted their offspring to survive, according to the study.What I like about stories like this is how a current social phenomenon can shape our interpretation of natural history. Stay-at-home fatherhood allows us to see and name this behavior, whereas I think fifty years ago it might have gone unrecognized or simply tagged as a strange reversal of nature's way.

Throughout our 33-year history, we’ve made periodic changes to the design of the magazine to reflect Mothering's evolving identity and to keep in step with the changing tastes of the world around us. (To get what I’m talking about with the latter, check out our very first cover, at right.)
Several months ago, feeling the need to freshen up, we began the magazine redesign process anew.
In my design training, I was taught that the "look" of an entity should reflect the essence of that entity. In other words, before doing anything else regarding a revamp, we needed to take a closer look at the question: What is the essence—the identity*—of Mothering magazine?


So, in addition to visiting newsstands, poring over other magazines in the market, reading up on design and color theory, and looking at lots and lots of typefaces, Mothering Editor and Publisher Peggy O'Mara and I met with our editorial staff to grapple with that not-so-trivial issue of identity. (Photos here are from one of those meetings.) Brainstorming, we arrived at a list of descriptive words to use as guidelines for the new feel of the magazine.
In doing so, the edit staff and I realized that Peggy’s spirit and personality—her fierce independence and integrity, appreciation for the up-and-coming and respect for the tried and true—are a key part of the essence of Mothering. Seems like a "no duh" now, but we discovered that Peggy, the heart and soul of the magazine for decades, was at the heart of the magazine's identity.

We turned to Peggy's personal style for further design direction. That kicky red wool jacket she wears, her curvy pumps that hint at the1940s, the jaunty way she sports that cream scarf. . . We thought about the casual elegance of her cabin home in the mountains, the natural choices she makes, the beauty with which she surrounds herself. . .
This essence, then, is what we aimed for with the new look of the magazine. Check it out for yourself and let us know what you think!
*Quick word-geek aside: I just noticed that identity = id + entity!]
Mama’s Home! By Paul Vos Benkowski, illustrated by Jennifer Herbert (Chronicle Books, 2004; ages 1-3): I bought this board book, which tells the story of a stay-at-home dad and toddler waiting for mom to come home from work, for Liko when I was taking care of him. It turned out to be a genuine comfort for him to read (over and over!) in the hour before his own mom came home from work, and he delighted in the simple, fanciful storyline: “Is that Mama? / No, that’s not Mama….that’s just a pirate ship.” Strongly recommended.
Kisses for Daddy, by Frances Watts and David Legge (Little Hare Books, 2005; for ages 1-5, I’d say): This is a simple, lightweight picture book with bears, whose title pretty much says it all.
When Bunny Grows Up, by Patricia and Richard Scarry (Golden Books, 1998; ages 1-5): Baby bunny's family tries to guess what he will be when he grows up--a fireman? a lion tamer? a train conductor? Nuts to all that. Baby bunny wants to be a full-time daddy when he grows up. Originally published in 1955, When Bunny Grows Up was way ahead of its time, and it's perfect for families with a stay-at-home dad.
The Complete Adventures of Curious George, by Margaret and H.A. Rey (Houghton Mifflin, 1941-1966; ages 1-5): Is the Man with the Yellow Hat the equivalent of George’s father? If not that, I’m not sure what he is.
Daddy’s Lullaby, by Tony Bradman, illustrated by Jason Cockcroft (Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2001; ages 2-5): Dad comes home late from work and sings a lullaby to his baby. A very tender book, which shows a working Dad in a caring role.
My Dad, by Anthony Browne (FSG, 2000; ages 2-5): With one or two lines of text per page, the goofy pictures dominate. Dad (in a bathrobe, PJs, and slippers) engages in various fantastical adventures, from jumping over the moon to singing opera with Pavarotti. Silly and sweet.
A Father’s Song, by Janet Lawler, paintings by Lucy Corvino (Sterling, 2006; ages 3-6): A simple, somewhat solemn verse story about a father and son’s day in the park, beautifully illustrated.
Mama’s Coming Home, by Kate Banks, pictures by Tomek Bogacki (FSG, 2003; ages 3-6): Similar to Mama’s Home (above), a solid and heartfelt portrait of a reverse-traditional family in action. Dad and the kids clean up, cook dinner, and set the table, as a parallel narrative shows Mom trudging through sleeting rain and New York subway stations on her way home from work. Especially recommended.
Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale, by Mo Willems (Hyperion, 2004; ages 2-6): Why is this story such an instant classic? There's something about Willems's tone, pacing, and combination of words and pictures that kids think is tons of fun, and I confess this is one of the books I most look forward to reading to Liko. Don't miss the sequel, Knuffle Bunny Too. Willems's daughter shares a name with the protagonist of his books, and these stories feel like mini-memoirs, depicting a dad who shares life with his growing little girl.
A Father Like That, by Charlotte Zolotow, illustrated by LeUyen Pham (HarperCollins, 2008; ages 3-7): This picture book is actually about a boy who doesn’t have a father, but fantasizes about all the things they’d do together if Dad was around. In the end, his mom assures the boy that while he might never have the dad he wants, he could grow up to be the father he imagines. Yes, it’s somewhat depressing, and yet I think this could be a great Father’s Day gift for boys who really don’t have a dad in the picture. Single moms raising boys, take note.
Finally, for older kids, I’d like to mention Danny, Champion of the World, by Roald Dahl, illustrated by Quentin Blake (Knopf, 1975; ages 8-12): “When I was four months old, my mother died suddenly and my father was left to look after me all by himself,” says the narrator, Danny. “There was just the two of us, my father and me.” This is a beautifully told, amusingly imaginative, politically radical, and profoundly emotional tale of a son’s devotion to his father and a father’s devotion to his son. I read this out loud to my 3 year old. He followed the story and liked the characters and incidents, especially the bit when 9-year-old Danny drives a car. However, the plot is driven by the father’s desire to poach a rich man’s pheasants, which was too far outside of Liko’s experience for him to find it interesting. But this book is an outlaw classic that older kids (boys especially) may find evocative and thrilling.
Our January-February issue each year includes a feature we call Backstage, a photo introducing the people behind Mothering. For this year's Backstage photo, our staff gathered at the Santa Fe Railyard on a frigid November morning while staff photographer Melyssa Holik snapped away.
Here are some behind-the-scenes shots from the behind-the-scenes shoot. Our invigorating morning in the cold air: rosy cheeks, warm laughter, and much-needed hot apple cider . . .
For a better look at the Santa Fe staff, click on the Backstage image (top right). Shown here are (clockwise, from left): Lisa Mora, Ashisha, John McMahon, Candace Walsh, Simone Snyder, Melissa Chianta, Peggy O’Mara, Todd McCoy, Shirl Ervin, Laura Egley Taylor, Melyssa Holik, Cara Evans, Ellie Evans, Lally O’Mara McMahon, Kristina Morris-Heredia, Elizabeth Carovillano, and Noelani Carovillano.
To see a larger version of any photo, just click on it.
[Jose] Sucuzhanay (suh-KOO-chen-eye) and his brother Romel, 38, were walking arm-in-arm after a night out when a sport utility vehicle pulled up near them at a Brooklyn stoplight, police said. Witnesses said they heard the men in the car shouting anti-gay and anti-Hispanic slurs at the brothers. The attackers jumped out of the car and smashed a beer bottle over Jose Sucuzhanay’s head, hit him in the head with an aluminum baseball bat and kicked him, police said. Romel Sucuzhanay was able to get away; the attackers drove off after he returned and said he had called police, authorities said.Alas, A Blog comments:
This reminds me of stories my father tells of when he used to walk arm-in-arm with a blind friend of his, and people would shout epithets at them out of car windows. Both of these would, of course, be equally reprehensible if they involved actual gay couples. (In my father’s case, I think the harassment would be much more reprehensible if it had involved an actual gay couple, because my father and his friend could laugh off the insults in a way that would have been more difficult if the insults had functioned, as intended, as a way of reinforcing second-class status based on sexual orientation.) However, situations like these do remind me of something else that strikes me as important: Occasionally, I see discussions cropping up about why many men in America often aren’t physically affectionate with their each other. Well. There you go. A man’s being physically affectionate with a brother, or a male friend, isn’t just a violation of taboos about showing femininity. It’s assuming a risk of harassment and violence. The lives of gay men are more affected by this, of course, in shocking and horrible ways. But the enforcement of masculinity and heterosexuality is bad for many men, gay and straight.
When families feel the pressure of a slowing economy on their shoulders, children suffer. Historically, when the economy shifts downward, there has been a corresponding increase in child abuse and neglect. Childhelp, a national nonprofit organization dedicated to the prevention and treatment of child abuse, reports an eight to 10 percent increase in calls to child abuse hotlines since July. Researchers have indicated that there appears to be a link between the health of our economy, the economic health of families and the health and well-being of our children. Rightly so, most observers fall short of declaring there is a direct cause and effect link – the causes of child abuse and neglect are varied and not well understood – but there is a connection nonetheless. The 13 million children living in poverty are particularly at risk. The connection between poverty and child welfare is well documented. Maltreatment, especially, is more prevalent among families categorized as poor and extremely poor than in families with higher incomes. It’s not that low-income parents love their children any less than other parents, or that they don’t have the same aspirations for success, upward mobility, good health and well-being as other parents. They do. All parents, regardless of income, want to give their children a quality education, nutritious meals, health insurance and affordable health care, substantive family time, adequate housing, a safe neighborhood, exposure to a breadth of opportunities and ideas, and an environment that encourages rather than stifles dreams. It is this strong desire of low-income parents to provide their children with the basic necessities cruelly juxtaposed against their inability to do so that increases family stress, which can result in an increased possibility of abuse or neglect. In 2006, nearly 900,000 children in America were confirmed as victims of child abuse or neglect. Research has shown that children raised in poverty are 46 times more likely to be placed in foster care. The 1996 National Incidence Studies of Child Abuse and Neglect found that child neglect is 22 times more likely if family income is less than $15,000 as compared to families with an income of more than $30,000. The authors of an article published in 2006 in the American Journal of Orthopsychiatry discovered that more than half the children in foster care and a third of the children who received in-home services were identified by their case workers as having birth families who had difficulty meeting their basic needs at the time of investigation. The majority lived below 150 percent of the poverty level; and of the families who did not live below the poverty level, many suffered financial hardship. As we shore up the health and stability of the middle class and big business in the wake of our current economic crisis, let us also be mindful that we must take steps to strengthen the poorest among us. Part of Casey Family Programs’ 2020 Strategy for America’s Children is to safely reduce the number of children in foster care by 50 percent and reinvest the money saved in preventive programs that strengthen families and increase their chances to stay intact. We realize that to reduce foster care, we must help redirect the course of life for the 7.7 million families living in poverty because every child in America deserves the right to be raised in a family that has enough resources to meet that child’s basic needs. Such a shift will require that we not only change our practices, but also our perspective – how we view poor and low-income citizens, families and children, how they view themselves and how families are teaching their children to view themselves. We need to change how we see low-income families and what we think about them. Only after we’ve changed our perspective about all of our families can we bring about real change and change our practices. It is this change in both perspective and practice that will dictate what we put in place to support and augment their efforts and allow them to live their daily lives with a renewed sense of dignity, strength and hope. America must do a better job of providing families with tools, resources and healthy alternatives to cope, to fill in the gaps and to provide increased opportunity for all children. If we don’t do something to constructively address poverty in this country, if we don’t help families break out of poverty, we will continue to see children channeled into the foster care system. Ultimately in the greatest country in the world, when it comes to our children there is only one standard – the standard of your own. If growing up in poverty is not acceptable for your own children, then it cannot be acceptable for any child in America.You can make a donation to Childhelp here.
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We have Tree.
I have gone back and forth with the Yule tree dilemma. Buy a sustainably harvested tree? Buy a tree that you can plant? A (apologies to Martha Stewart for my cheeky usage of the following term) faux bois, aka fake tree?
I don't know about you, but trees are loaded for me. I have memories. My late Grandma Marie's very cute, 2-foot fakey, that sat perched atop her heavily consoled color television (you know, decorative carving, lots of wood polish residue, tweed-covered speaker screens), Christmas cards strung around it via string stapled to the ceiling molding (and I could do a whole 'nother post about holiday greeting cards). All those awful stories about peoples' houses burning down because they chopped up the tree and put it in the fireplace. The tree at Rockefeller Center. The time my mom and stepdad decided to buy the cheapest tree in the lot, and got one that looked as sparse as Charlie Brown's--worse, in my teen perspective, than no tree at all. The tree I bought next to Tompkins Square Park when I was 27, and walked home with it lashed to my vintage yellow Schwinn bike that had a name (Heloise). Peter and I carried it up 3 flights of stairs and decorated it with my costume jewelry, as I, so recently a solitary urban chick, had no ornaments. The first tree I got as a mother...Honorée was four months old and my brother and I drove to a big box store and got two--one for my mom and him, and one for my house. Everyone stared at us--I think they seriously thought that WE were the family unit--a teen boy, a pushing-thirty woman, an infant, in a beater car, buying two trees...the judgment vibes were thick, or so I imagined, postpartum and identity-wobbly.
A few years ago, my dad visited Santa Fe, when I was still married, and Peter and I were having some seriously snipey moments. "I think it's hard to decorate a tree sometimes because we remember those who used to be with us, and now aren't," my dad said. Including love, I think, looking back. It was excruciatingly hard to decorate the tree after the love was gone. Not that I put my finger on it at the time, or could bear to.
But wait! There were good tree memories, too. They're in my head somewhere. The time when I was four and there was a bicycle under the tree--my first two-wheeler, a Radio Flyer, which I told people actually did fly when I rode it. The tree that had a Cabbage Patch Doll under it, when I thought my folks would think I was too old for one, but I still wanted one anyway. Good memories are a bit harder to hold on to than bad ones, criticism burns deeper than praise, you know how it goes. I read that it's an evolutionary brain thing: it's more important to our survival to remember threats than neutral to good things.
Two years in a row, I've bought a plantable tree, and both trees have died on me before I got around to planting them. Hello, guilt! Call it too long frozen ground, not being in a place where I could commit to literally putting down roots, an intermittently green thumb.
This year, I bought a 7.5 foot fake tree, pre-lit, with pine cones on it. I will have it until it fails (and I can't really imagine that happening). That's the kind of tree I can commit to. Portable, re-usable, in perpetuity. We got it on the spur of the moment, and the kids and I decorated it on the fly. I didn't have to fuss with balancing the lights perfectly (I can be a bit psycho about that), because someone else did it for me. Nathaniel donned the Santa hat, and we danced to Burl Ives Christmas songs while placing sentimentally precious ornaments on the branches. I lifted Honorée up, my arms around her coltish calves, and she, wobbly, proud and intrepid, placed the angel on the topmost branch. It was not solemn, nor was it entirely irreverent. It was doing the thing without it having quotes around it. A relief. Afterwards, they went to bed and I sat in the darkness, staring at the totem.
It is a "good" holiday memory Christmas tree year, but this is one thing I realized: every year, no matter the circumstances or the emotional tenor, I have been unable to do anything but succumb to that moment, that spell, when the tree is up, glowing, festooned, and I feel soothed, satisfied and enchanted.The U.S. Supreme Court has let stand a ruling that Virginia must enforce a Vermont court order awarding child-visitation rights to a mother's former lesbian partner. The high court Monday declined to hear the case of Lisa Miller, who claimed that the Virginia Supreme Court improperly ignored a state law and constitutional amendment that prohibit same-sex unions and the recognition of such arrangements from other states. The decision let stand a victory for Janet Jenkins, who has been fighting for visitation rights since the dissolution of the civil union she and Miller obtained in Vermont in 2000. Miller gave birth to the daughter, Isabella, in 2002, and the child was at the center of a legal battle closely watched by national conservative and gay-rights groups. (Associated Press)I can't post this without noting that this family is obviously in a terrible situation. As Mothertalkers notes, "Few things annoy me more than a lesbian mom who splits from her partner and then sues for custody on the basis that the ex's sexual orientation makes her unfit to parent"--which is, in fact, what happened. But this is still a victory for the rights of lesbian moms.
Since I can't download any of the really cool family-related photos which I shot this week, here's a completely (or almost completely) unrelated one I grabbed a couple of weeks ago en route to work. . .
I can't believe how off-balance I'm feeling since my camera suddenly stopped letting me download photos. Meanwhile, to cheer me up and along, here's an old photo of Reeve holding a box of apparently foreign-made crayolas labeled "4 Positive Crayons." He's coming home for Christmas, and I am so eager to see him.
It would be easier for white people if race did not exist. Or if everyone could agree that race did not matter, that is. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word "transracial" first appeared publicly in a 1971 Time magazine article. The article introduced transracial adoption, or adoption across racial boundaries—most often white parents adopting children of color—and reported a strange phenomenon. According to a study in Britain, some white parents "tended to 'deny their child's color, or to say he was growing lighter, or that other people thought he was suntanned and did not recognize him as colored. Sometimes the reality was fully accepted [by the parents] only after the very light child had grown noticeably darker after being exposed to bright sunlight on holiday.'" It's such an outrageous finding that it sounds like a joke. Stephen Colbert's dimwitted white-guy alter ego has a joke like this, when he says on The Colbert Report, always in the most ridiculous of situations: "As you know, I don't see color." The joke is funny because in so many ways it's true. Plenty of white people don't see color. We refuse to look at it, prefer not to see too much difference, because difference almost always makes us feel bad by comparison. Transracial adoption is awkward to discuss at first, because although it is designed to chart a radically integrated future, on the surface its structure repeats the segregated past. Just look at the basic structure of a family and apply race to the equation. The most crude way to put it: Whites are in charge, children of color are subordinate, and adults of color are out of the picture. And that's not even talking about class. And yet there are more of these families now than ever. The exact number of transracial adoptees in this country is unknown, but the practice, which began in earnest in the 1970s, has been on the rise for at least 10 years. Twenty-six percent of black children adopted from foster care in 2004—about 4,200 kids—were adopted transracially, almost all by white parents, according to a New York Times analysis of data from the National Data Archive on Child Abuse and Neglect at Cornell University and the Department of Health and Human Services. That figure is up from 14 percent in 1998 and, according to adoption experts, it has continued to climb. The 2000 census, the first to collect information on adoptions, counted just over 16,000 white households with adopted black children. In the last 15 years, Americans have adopted more than 200,000 children from overseas, but that trend is cooling off, partly because international adoptions are so expensive.
The Alzheimer’s Association and the National Alliance for Caregiving estimate that men make up nearly 40 percent of family care providers now, up from 19 percent in a 1996 study by the Alzheimer’s Association. About 17 million men are caring for an adult. “It used to be that when men said, ‘I’ll always take care of my mother,’ it meant, ‘My wife will always take care of my mother,’ ” said Carol Levine, director of the families and health care project at the United Hospital Fund. “But now, more and more men are doing it.”
The November Atlantic has a fantastic article by Hanna Rosin about transgender kids, which I read hungrily in the hope that it would add to my understanding of the topic. Sadly, it confirmed many of my worst fears. There’s a heart-rending story about 8-year-old Brandon who, from the moment he could speak, has insisted he was a girl. His bewildered parents, who live in an area where “a boy’s a boy and a girl’s a girl,” eventually wind up at a transgender conference where they meet kids and parents going through the same kinds of challenges. The article outlines in broad strokes the evolution of attitudes on the subject of gender identity, though I’m not sure “evolution” is the right word. “Pendulum” seems more appropriate since we seem to swing back and forth between the two following dogmas: Gender is hard-wired and immune to cultural influence vs. Gender is entirely cultural with no biological basis Otherwise known as Nature versus Nurture. The fact that gender could be a mix of these two things seems not to have entered into the minds of the “experts” who treat these kids. Notably absent from interviews with them is any awareness of the fact that they may not have at their disposal all the information required to form a comprehensive theory of gender. And since all of the kids (and indeed all of the psychologists, physicians, and researchers who study them) exist within a cultural framework, it’s nearly impossible to isolate non-cultured traits. In fact, the few twin studies performed on the subject have revealed that, while sexual orientation seems to have a strong biological basis, gender identity does not.Lauren concludes:
Is there another way? We don’t demand rigid conformity to norms in all things. Why gender? The average man is taller than the average woman, but we don’t demand that short men take human grown hormone or that tall women have their legs shortened. Is it possible that we’re demanding too much of these children and not enough from society as a whole? Shouldn’t we be better than the mother of Brandon’s former best friend who rejected him on “Christian” grounds? Perhaps if it was okay for a boy to wear make up, Brandon wouldn’t be faced with the prospect of puberty-blocking hormones. And why shouldn’t it be okay for a boy to wear make up? It doesn’t hurt anyone. Utterly absent from this otherwise insightful article was any mention of compassion. Not once did someone suggest that Brandon might be encouraged to love his body as it is and still enjoy playing with dolls. Not once did anyone question the ethics of endorsing rigid gender boundaries despite ample evidence of the pain they cause. Perhaps when faced with a little boy like Brandon, instead of figuring out how to fix him, we should figure out how to fix ourselves.Right on. I can only add my experience: My son likes to wear dresses once in a while (mainly at birthday parties; he thinks that dresses are more festive) and has shown more interests in ballet and figure skating than sports and hockey, but at no point has he indicated that he wants to be a girl, and he still rough houses and does the whole playing-with-trucks thing. Recently, he's started to show a bit more self-consciousness about gender roles--he actually did not request a dress for our last birthday party--which I'm pretty sure is one outcome of socialization at school. We're not pushing either way. These are his decisions, as far as we're concerned. The rest of Lauren's entry is well worth a read. She's the author of the young adult novel, Cycler, which is about a girl named Jill who turns into a boy named Jack for four days out of the month. I'll definitely be checking that one out.
Oneida. In particular, their song "Sheets of Easter," which has been described as "testing the listener's patience by repeating a single brain-pummeling riff for over 14 minutes" (Jason Nickey, All Music Guide) and "Unless you have a taste for self-abuse, you would be wise to dodge the noise-drone cut "Sheets of Easter" (Yancey Strickler, eMusic.com).
I LOVE this song.
My guys Tim and Reeve slipped this track onto my iPod a couple of years ago—as a joke, I guess—and I shocked us all by really connecting with it. I find the repetition soothing—kicks me right into a focal zone where I can concentrate. I tend to listen to the song on repeat for hours at a time while working.
A while back, I contacted the band's Fat Bobby (a.k.a. Bobby Matador or Robert Thacher) to tell him how much I appreciated "Sheets of Easter." He wasn't at all surprised to hear how calming I found it and said that his wife, Erica, had recently had a baby and had found rhythmic, repetitious music to be helpful during labor. Check out her list and his comments on the tracks here.
OK. Just got to lay out the TOC now, and we'll be done with Jan-Feb! Am giving thanks right about now for Oneida (among many other things, of course) . . .
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! Photograph: Lisa Corson
There are so many design- or production-related things things to blog about, but for right now, this is about all I can handle. (i.e., I'm under deadline and am supposed to be doing layout at this very moment—so I'll make this quick!)
I don't (like to or choose to) cook. But I make an exception when it comes to . . .
Laura's Not-So-Secret Recipe for Protein-Packed Production Fuel, er, Oatmeal 1/3 c rolled oats 2/3 c water 1T chopped walnuts 1T raisins dash cinnamon dash salt 1/3 c chopped apple 1/3 c cottage cheese 1. Throw everything except apple and cottage cheese into a microwave-safe bowl. 2. Zap for 1-2 minutes (depending on how powerful your microwave is). 3. Add chopped apples and zap for another minute. 4. Stir in cottage cheese. 5. Add honey, maple syrup, or brown sugar, if you'd like. Makes one serving.
I love how my friend Jim'Bo (photo at right) manages to say this with such earnest indignation that any thoughts one may have had of his being incommunicado—or just plain late—are completely derailed.
Apologies for dropping out of sight. I've been absorbed by all things REDESIGN (more on that soon!), coupled with production of our January-February 2009 issue. Yes, we're back in the fray. . .
The new issue of Greater Good magazine, where I serve as senior editor, is out now. The issue focuses on trust, why it's declining and how we can build it again. For moms and dads who read Mothering, I strongly recommend the following articles:
Can I Trust You? A conversation about parent-child trust, between renowned psychologist Paul Ekman and his daughter Eve. Plus: Trust across the lifespan.
Surviving Betrayal: Romantic betrayal is traumatizing, says psychologist Joshua Coleman. But couples can learn to trust again.
The Hot Spot, by Lisa Bennett: Climate scientists wonder why people don't do more about global warming. Social scientists have some troubling answers.
Windows of Opportunity, in which author Daniel Goleman talks about mindfulness training in schools.
The "Mind in the Eyes" test was devised by autism researcher Simon Baron-Cohen (cousin of Sasha) to diagnose empathic deficits. The test subject looks at letterbox images of eyes and tries guess the emotional states they represent. You can take the test here.
The normal range is 22-30, with a score above 30 indicating a high level of empathy; I scored a 27, which sounds like the high end of average.
In analyzing my own responses, however, I found a disturbing bias: It seems that I tend to see negative emotions when there are none--for example, I read a playful pair of eyes as irritated; interested eyes as incredulous; and so on. This characterizes nearly all of my wrong answers...and I was super-accurate when it came to perceiving the negative emotions. My private world is perhaps a hostile one.
You shouldn't put too much stock in a one-shot test like this one, but the mildly depressing thing about this insight is that I think it's true; I'm one of those unfortunate people who is often overly vigilant in social situations, quick to perceive threats or slights, wary of connection.
The ironic thing is that I write about the science of positive emotions and social connection for a living through my work at Greater Good, not to mention caregiving fathers.
However, I think this is a commonplace irony. Sometimes it appears to me that people (you know..."people") imagine that one has to be something in order to write about it.
But I've met many, many writers in my life, some of them famous, and I can tell you that this is rarely the case, especially for the most interesting writers. The men and women who struggle most with something, who believe they lack that thing--e.g., love, wealth, faith, whatever--are the ones who will pursue it most fiercely and sometimes have the most insight into its contradictions. The distance between wanting and having, ideal and reality, is what makes them interesting.
I'm not saying, of course, that I'm interesting; that's not for me to say. But it just occurred to me that closing the distance is part of what motivates me to write in the first place.
Here at Mothering, we've been in the midst of creating new looks for the magazine and the website. And now, as of Tuesday, we all find ourselves a part of a brave new history-making paradigm, as well—new president, new administration, new outlook on the horizon. . . The energy around here (Mothering offices, Santa Fe, my mail inbox) has been electric.
Change is very definitely at hand.
A couple of quotes I've come across which seem appropriate for these days of hopeful but mildly terrifying newness:
"In times of profound change, the learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists." —Eric Hoffer "You don't get creative by staying in the same place." —Andy LawHere's to change—and to gracefully rolling with it!


Just thought I'd do a visual documentation here of my favorite of Reeve's Halloween costumes. He was 3 and hugely in love with airplanes. The only thing he wanted to be for Halloween that year—nothing else could possibly work—was the Concorde. The airplane. As in British Airways. As in super-fast and super-sleek.
So, since I don't really sew and didn't want the mess of papier maché, Reeve was transformed into a poster paper-clad version of that supersonic flying machine. Photo at right.
That Halloween night, he flew beautifully from house to house, trick or treating with the kids from the apartment downstairs. . . until it began to rain—thereby ending any possibility of transcontinental flight.
Wishing you and yours a happy, safe, and dry Halloween!


Last week, when Mothering production maven Melyssa Holik was working on a catalog of the products we have available in the Mothering Shop, she realized she needed some photos of the new breastfeeding symbol Ts we sell. Not one to waste time, she immediately set about setting up a shoot in the library with web editor Kristina Morris-Heredia and her family, who were very obliging models. Here's Mel photographing Kristina and her son, Diego.
Gotta love that "just do it" spirit. Go, Mel!
I got to the point
where I stopped mourning
what I would have lost
in near miss situations.
why borrow trouble
why brush the shadow
of a gift horse
to a soft sheen?
but then I was sitting here
recalling a poem I once wrote
about my son
nursing in cowboy pajamas
and I got it
the lightning down my spine
pelting me with cold, unwelcome tears.
he slipped away from preschool
and was found by the side of a busy road
throwing bottles against concrete
their forms shattering
like my world, almost.
...which reminds me of last year, when I bought a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups as Halloween giveaway candy...because I didn't like them and wouldn't eat any. Well, guess what? I put them in the freezer to keep them fresh-ish, and one PMSy night I ate one. Well, I realized I liked frozen peanut butter cups...and so here I am, celebrating that anniversary of sorts.
Yesterday I bought a bag of mini Snickers, because they totally gag me. I mean, no doubt. And I am not even going to try them. Just in case.
Hey, if you are wondering about my other favorite organic chocolate source, it's Sjaaks. I love their wee chocolate-covered peanut butter bites...and so did the entire Mothering office! The ones who aren't into the PB thing dug the orange-flavored dark chocolate.


No on Prop 8: Apple is publicly opposing Proposition 8 and making a donation of $100,000 to the No on 8 campaign. Apple was among the first California companies to offer equal rights and benefits to our employees’ same-sex partners, and we strongly believe that a person’s fundamental rights — including the right to marry — should not be affected by their sexual orientation. Apple views this as a civil rights issue, rather than just a political issue, and is therefore speaking out publicly against Proposition 8.
Ever notice how the word parent turns into the word parenthetical if you keep at it long enough?
That's the parental goal, right? To teach and empower and be there so that, as the child grows, we become less and less the subject or object of his or her sentence, more and more a supporting clause . . .
(Photo of Reeve earlier this year, with his dad, Tim, receding into the background.)
Did I mention we're in a swirl of redesign action over here at Mothering? Yes, indeed. Both the magazine and the website are getting makeovers, and in my pursuit of new design input, I recently came across an exciting find: Thinking with Type by Ellen Lupton. This beautiful foray into the world of typography is a delight to pore over, chock-full of typographical tips, informative examples of design principles put into practice, and info about the historical and cultural contexts for the development of type.
The fun-to-read appendix includes a section called "Free Advice." Here's a sample:
Think more, design less. Many desperate acts of design (drop shadows, gradients and the gratuitous use of transparency) are committed in the void left by a strong concept. Make the shoe fit, not the foot. Rather than force content into rigid containers, create systems that are flexible and responsive to the material they are intended to accommodate.
Check out the Thinking with Type website for a peek at what the book offers, as well as some fun and edifying games and projects, all in the name of learning how to be a more intelligent designer.
Um, no. Here's a visual hint as to why you won't be getting recipes from this blog. Our fridge at home. (Anybody want to take a stab at a recipe that calls for milk, lemonade, Red Bull, and Omega 3 fatty acid capsules?)
For a variety of nutritious and tasty recipes, however, check out Peggy's Kitchen online or in the pages of Mothering. You will also find some quick and easy dishes to try at Mothering articles editor Candace Walsh's yummy, breezy blog.A study released this week, called “Go Out and Play: Sport and American Families” finds, not surprisingly, that kids who are physically active are healthier and happier. Their family lives are more satisfying and less stressful too, according to the survey of 2000 students (third grade through 12th) and 850 of their parents by the Women’s Sport Foundation. Also not surprising, in a less welcome way, is the finding that things are still not equal for girls and boys when it comes to resources for athletics, particularly in urban areas. And somewhat surprising, and very welcome, is the suggestion in the report that there is a real role for dads in setting the ratios right. When girls were asked to name their mentors when it came to sports and exercise, they mentioned coaches and physical education teachers. In other words, people outside their families. When boys were asked, the top two answers were coaches and fathers. Forty-six percent of boys, compared with 28 percent of girls, credited their father for teaching them “the most” about sports and exercise. My response to news like this is complicated. As a former middle-school girl, back in a day when we wore “bloomer” uniforms for gym and weren’t really expected to ever break a sweat, I root for the girls and the new expectation that they can be strong, too. But as the mother of two sons who are still in the middle of the sports-centric world that is adolescence, I am troubled by the emphasis on athletics, particularly for boys. One of the surprises of parenting is how hard it is to keep a child physically active if they are not athletically talented. Both my kids have sports they enjoy, but they aren’t stars in the sports that have currency here in suburbia – soccer, baseball, football, basketball. Back when I was a kid, you didn’t have to be the best in order to play. There were pick-up games and informal neighborhood play, most of which is now gone. Any time a child older than 7 or 8 takes the field in many neighborhoods, it is with an adult and wearing a uniform. The message comes early — in third grade, maybe fourth — that if you aren’t good you shouldn’t really be on the team, and if you aren’t on the team there’s no place to play. Those fathers who are trying to coach their sons are most likely doing so for a team, not just for the joy of running fast and breathing hard. There is an interesting finding in the foundation’s 180-page report, which says that girls enter sports (read: organized sports) at a later age than boys (7.4 years old compared with 6.8 years old in general) and that girls also drop out sooner than boys. “Girls’ late start may set them up for failure in sports during the middle-school years,” the report says. Failure? By sixth grade? Because you didn’t start at age 6 instead of age 7? That can only be true in a culture in which the only definition of success is making the team. And if, as the foundation finds, our children really are emotionally and physically healthier when they are physically active, then that’s not a definition that is helping them. I understand the lifelong lessons that can be learned on teams. But there are others, which last as long if not longer, that can be learned without them. I didn’t discover that I had muscles, nor the exhilaration of using them, until I was an adult and found a trainer at a gym who dragged me out of my psychological bloomers. My husband, always athletic, did not get on a racing bike until he was 40, and now he rides every chance he gets. My sons, in turn, discovered tennis in their teens, and while they probably won’t be playing Wimbledon, it is a central part of their lives. If fathers want to prepare their daughters for a lifetime of health, then coaching their teams is not the only way. Sometimes it might even be the wrong way. Take your girls for a bike ride. Or on a hike or a run. Or just throw a Frisbee for the fun of it. It counts as a victory, even if nobody wins.
A group of San Francisco first-graders took an unusual field trip to City Hall on Friday to toss rose petals on their just-married lesbian teacher - putting the public school children at the center of a fierce election battle over the fate of same-sex marriage. The 18 Creative Arts Charter School students took a Muni bus and walked a block at noon to toss rose petals and blow bubbles on their just-married teacher Erin Carder and her wife Kerri McCoy, giggling and squealing as they mobbed their teacher with hugs. Mayor Gavin Newsom, a friend of a friend, officiated. A parent came up with the idea for the field trip - a surprise for the teacher on her wedding day. "She's such a dedicated teacher," said the school's interim director Liz Jaroslow.... The students' parents are planning to make a video with the children describing what marriage is to them. Marriage, 6-year-old Nolan Alexander said Friday, is "people falling in love." It means, he added, "You stay with someone the rest of your life."The San Francisco Chronicle article has drawn over 3,000 comments, many of them full of hate. “It’s just utterly unreasonable that a public school field trip would be to a same-sex wedding,” said Chip White, press secretary for the anti-gay-marriage Proposition 8 campaign. “This is overt indoctrination of children who are too young to have an understanding of its purpose.” As a straight parent in San Francisco--who is raising his son on Castro St., right on the border of Noe Valley and the Castro--I want to tell these people: In San Francisco, this is normal. Hell, my family is going to a lesbian wedding this upcoming weekend. There will be something like twenty kids there, all of them members of my son's community. I can pretty much guarantee that the hateful comments on the Chronicle article are from people who don't live in San Francisco. Because those of us who are raising children in neighborhoods with large numbers of gay and lesbian families know a secret: They are great environments in which to raise kids. We have a good community and we're happy. To people like Chip White, I say: You can rant, you can rave, you can shout your ignorance at my kid through your TV ads, Prop 8 might even pass, but you can't win. Gay and lesbian families are here to stay, and that makes our world a better place.
Lovely conversation with Reeve this afternoon. Here's a shot (or, more technically, a webcam screen capture) of us blithely chatting across seven time zones. An amazing world we live in. . .
Is it just me, or do we look like an ad for a radio show?
Note to anyone about to do the long-distance parenting thing: computer-to-computer talking via programs like iChat or Skype is a must. And it's FREE.
While we were finalizing the November-December issue last week, fellow staffers salivated over page proofs for the latest Peggy's Kitchen article on . . . cupcakes.
For a couple of years now, we've been privileged to work with food photographer Brian Yarvin for our Peggy's Kitchen pieces. Brian whips up the recipes we want to see—after going out himself to select the necessary ingredients, utensils, equipment, dinnerware—and then photographs them. Diversely talented and seemingly undaunted, Brian has done all kinds of things for us, from boiling bones to baking cakes to making holiday pork roasts . . .Ellen Galinsky, president of the nonprofit Families and Work Institute, a nonpartisan research organization, quizzed spokesmen for both candidates’ campaign organizations recently in a conference call with more than 100 corporate executives and advocates. Transcripts were published today on the Institute’s Web site. [Note: If you have the time, click over to the transcript; it makes for instructive reading.] The transcripts pose some sharp contrasts. Sen. Obama supports expanding federal mandates for both paid and unpaid leave for employees, a spokeswoman said. He would move to require employers to provide seven paid sick days a year for employees who are ill, or who need to care for a sick family member. He backs expanding the Family and Medical Leave Act to cover more employees, including those at businesses with 25 employees instead of 50, as the current law requires. He’d expand allowable purposes for family leave, including more elder-care duties and children’s school matters. He’d provide some federal funds to encourage more states to mandate paid leave. Sen. Obama also backs setting up a formal process for employees to petition their employers for flexible hours, with employers mandated to at least reply. Sen. McCain wants to make labor laws more flexible, to allow employers to pay workers for overtime in compensatory time off, rather than money. He advocates creating a bipartisan commission on workplace flexibility, to figure out how to overhaul and update labor and tax laws to promote flexible hours and telecommuting. He wouldn’t back expanding the family-leave law or mandating paid family or sick leave. “Sen. McCain has not been one to issue mandates on what a business would choose to pay” for leave, a spokeswoman said. He does propose to bring down health care costs to give businesses more latitude to provide paid leave if they choose.Bottom line: The Republican Party is on the side of employers, the Democrats are on the side of parents, especially poor, working- class, and middle-class parents. As if you needed any more reasons to vote for Obama.
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I'm tempted by their CARGO Plant Love lipsticks. The "plastic" tube is made of corn, and the cardboard package is embedded with flower seeds.
Just need to stock up on basics? They have Crystal Rock Deodorant, Shady Day sunblock products, and more.In previous studies, academics have looked at variables like years of education and the effects of outside forces such as nondiscrimination policies. But gender was always the constant. What if it didn't have to be? What if you could construct an experiment in which a random sample of adults unexpectedly changes sexes before work one day? Kristen Schilt, a sociologist at the University of Chicago and Matthew Wiswall, an economist at New York University, couldn't quite pull off that study. But they have come up with the first systematic analysis of the experiences of transgender people in the labor force. And what they found suggests that raw discrimination remains potent in U.S. companies. Schilt and Wiswall found that women who become men (known as FTMs) do significantly better than men who become women (MTFs). MTFs in the study earned, on average, 32% less after they transitioned from male to female, even after the authors controlled for factors like education levels. FTMs earned an average of 1.5% more.
Molly's Moe by Kay Chorao...she gets someone's unclaimed birthday cake, festooned with frosting roses, at the end. Waldorf has a policy of closing early on Fridays, and it's been a lovely way for the two of us to have Mommy-Daughter time, because I pick her up, we have lunch or get a manicure, and then go back to work. She is really well-behaved at work these days, so it isn't stressful--it's really pleasant.
Mr. Boy wants breakfast...I must sign off. Happy weekend!Look, I understand what it's like to be a single parent. When my wife and daughter died and my two sons were gravely injured, I understand what it's like as a parent to wonder what it's like if your kid's going to make it. I understand what it's like to sit around the kitchen table with a father who says, "I've got to leave, champ, because there's no jobs here. I got to head down to Wilmington. And when we get enough money, honey, we'll bring you down." I understand what it's like. I'm much better off than almost all Americans now. I get a good salary with the United States Senate. I live in a beautiful house that's my total investment that I have. So I -- I am much better off now. But the notion that somehow, because I'm a man, I don't know what it's like to raise two kids alone, I don't know what it's like to have a child you're not sure is going to -- is going to make it -- I understand. I understand, as well as, with all due respect, the governor or anybody else, what it's like for those people sitting around that kitchen table. And guess what? They're looking for help. They're looking for help.That felt true and heartfelt to me; I don't think he was faking it. Whatever his shortcomings, this is a man who has experienced great pain, reflected on that pain, and allowed it to inform his work as a senator. In contrast, I felt that Palin spoke about her family in the most robotic, scripted, shallow ways imaginable. She loves them at home, I have no doubt, but on the job she's using her children as campaign props. Does that contrast provide any reason to vote for one or the other? Not by itself, but in both the presidential and vice-presidential debates, both Obama and Biden have expressed depths of feeling and experience that I find tremendously encouraging. These are not careless men. Alas, a Blog made a good observation:
Biden choked up in that moment, as I think one would forever. He wasn’t grandstanding, and he wasn’t attacking Palin, he was simply making a point: that dads, too, know about household fears. That just as Palin is not disqualified from talking about the statehouse just because she’s a woman, Biden is not disqualified from talking about his home life just because he’s a man. It was, ironically, the most feminist moment of the debate.
Pelican. On an uber-crazy deadline day like today, nothing would be getting done at my desk without the focus this band's music provides. Thanks, guys; I owe you.