Cloud just wrote an amazing post about being a mother and feminist. The excerpt below had the biggest impact on me:
Somehow, the space in my life expanded to accommodate the demands of motherhood without crowding out the essence of me. I cannot explain it. During my first year of motherhood, I was sure it was not possible, that I was in fact being subsumed into this new mommy person. But I came out the other side wanting both to devote myself to my kids and to pursue my own goals with full vigor.
Perhaps that is the essence of what it is to be a feminist mother- the realization that your own goals can coexist with your love and absolute devotion to your children. Motherhood can grow your life rather than contracting it.
For all those driven female scientists and other professionals out there preparing to welcome a new life into your own, this might be the most rewarding and difficult part of new motherhood. Before Monkey showed up, I knew things would change, but I had no idea how much, and I had no idea how hard it would be. In the difficult months that followed, I had no idea how I’d ever be able to do it all. And I had no idea how much I’d eventually grow to love this new, completely complicated, but wonderful life.
Thank you, Cloud, for a wonderful post.