I wonder about this mother role that I jumped into without knowing.
After searching this famous photo of Dorothy Lange's for answers within the lines of worry and life upon the subject's face, I thought about how our functionality of being human has altered us -the current mother having so much choice. ..too much?
We are just looking to have the space and place to make and birth the babies, right?
Yet now, so different. With the competition to be "men" and handle everything.
Brings it's also to interesting launching points for the role of men- when we used too argue that we were just a uterus for the men, now we can say they are walking sperm.
Swung the other way the pendulum has, no?
And i, sitting with this book of photos, reflecting upon my own world- what do I have to say?
Where is my space and my place?
Do I get to find it even if I have already had the children?