A while back, I started writing a little column for a MOMS Club newsletter. Yes, folks, that’s right, I am a founding member of the Los Feliz MOMS Club. Quite a switch from post-conflict trauma ‘expert.’ But that’s a different story. This little post is to explain how Mom in LA City came to be. Back to the MOMS Club newsletter. It was intended to be something sort of professional–the shrink offering information and advice to our members. What evolved, however, was something else. I say evolved but what I mean is that I had a brand new, tiny baby and no partner and as the deadline loomed I hadn’t done any research. So I just wrote. Reflected on the process of being and becoming this new incarnation of myself as someone’s mom.
Life as a parent is so bloody hectic. Most moms I know can’t manage to use the bathroom regularly (particularly challenging if you had a protracted labor and pushing session, as I did–again, will save that for another post). At the same time, every day, there are hundreds of mundane and earth-shaking experiences that lead to subtle and techtonic shifts of awareness and identity. All of this is happening in a larger context that shapes the ways those experiences get translated and these awarenesses get expressed. Am I making sense here?
My consciousness of this process, my desire NOT TO FORGET WHAT HAPPENED TO ME as I moved from carefree single woman to yet-to-be-determined single mom, led to writing. Lots of it. I don’t know where the time or energy came from but it did. And then other people read it and responded. “Your column made me cry.” “I made my husband read it and he loved it.” “Please keep these and put them together in a book.” I began to find my voice in my wider context…this place they call ‘la la land’ that I now realize is home. I began to wonder if there might be an even broader context where these musings might have meaning.
It was suggested that I might even be able to make a living doing this thing…which would be nice…making a living, that is. Single motherhood is not, generally, a growth industry.
So this is the start of my exploration of the world outside the MOMS Club, outside of my Facebook page.
I believe that we make meaning, indeed, that we create our realities in the stories we tell. We cut paths through the overgrown, over-stimulated, information-indundated forests of our consciousness to reveal our path. I welcome fellow travellers on this journey and look forward to swapping stories, hopes and dreams, jokes and even occasional insults along the way. Let’s cut a path that is broad and smooth and challenging enough to lead to breathtaking views.