Girls Gone Child
Rebecca Woolf, of the fabulous GGC and "Straight from the Bottle," has just released her new book, Rockabye, a memoir about the conception, gestation, and birth of her son, Archer. I asked her to send me a copy so I could give one away through this website, and a few days ago I cracked it open, just to see how it started, and ended up reading the first several chapters while I was supposed to be helping Simon make dinner. Three pages in, I already had tears in my eyes, and it wasn't because someone was chopping onions nearby.
Rebecca is a born writer, and I've been excited about her memoir for months. I held off pre-ordering the book for reasons that may have had something to do with the downward spiral that is wanting a baby so bad your teeth hurt, but now that I can read the book without wanting to throw it and/or myself to the ground in despair, I can't wait to dive in headfirst. I have my swimcap on and everything.
(Other things I can do now that I am finally pregnant again include seeing Juno, buying How To Have a Baby books, and changing my BlogHerAds profile from "trying to conceive" to "currently pregnant." Yeehaw!)
The book Rebecca sent is signed (with love), and when I saw that, I briefly considered forgetting about the whole contest and keeping the book for myself. Then I
realized that she had my address and would come after me if I re-negged remembered that she would very soon be touring her hot self into a bookstore near me and I could just show up and have her sign a personalized copy (preferably with some tidbit about what an inspiration I am to writers everywhere (HA)), and so the contest is back on.
Here's the deal. I've done an awful lot of public bellyaching over the years about how everything having anything to do with women of a "certain age" is by default connected to motherhood. Everyone--marketers and advertisers, websites and other media, even social networking groups--assumes that we all have children (babies, mostly), and those who don't shouldn't complain that they're not allowed into the special club because hey, if you want to be included, go have yourself a baby, duh. Oh, if it were only that simple.
If you suspect that quite a bit of what fueled my controlled rage at this policy of exclusion was jealousy, you are exactly right. I hated that stupid club because I wanted so much to be a part of it. (Wow, does it suddenly smell like teen
spirit angst in here?) But still, in an effort to calm the fuck down, I always tried to temper that rage and jealousy by acknowledging the admiration and appreciation I felt for that stupid club, or at least for the mommyblogging community, which has, for five years now, been the older sister I never had. I would never know so much about the various substances that come out of small humans were it not for you, sis!
It's in that spirit that I'm opening the contest to NON-MOMS ONLY. If you have a kid, please excuse yourself and go have a cocktail; you're probably due for one right about now anyway. If you don't have a kid (yet or ever)--and this includes you ladies and gents with gestating fetbryos and/or adopted children waiting for you on the other side of the world--here is your task:
Tell me about your favorite mommyblog post ever, along with a short (short!) statement about why you love it so. Does it make you laugh? Cry? Sew your ladyparts together and run screaming from the room? Does it make you wish you could have that parenthood experience too? Does it make you hope you never have to endure that kind of misery/pain/clean-up?
Leave your statements and links in the comments or email them to me at leah [at] agirlandaboy.com. I'm giving you the whole weekend to think about it, so post your picks before Monday at midnight (California time), at which point I'll select a winner using a complex logarithm and a wagonload of trained monkeys with their thinking caps secured in place with chinstraps. I'll send the book along with other goodies, and if you want, I'll even take the book with me to one of Rebecca's signings and have her personalize the copy for the winner. (If you're on the West Coast, check here for readings in your area.) Let's share the love, people!
I'll go first:
Amanda, who writes at Kicky Boots and is on my Hottest Moms Ever list, produced this video for her daughter Avelyn's first birthday, almost a full year ago. There's a tiny moment, exactly 38 seconds in, which for me distills the shock and wonder of brand-new parenthood into a single look and a gasp. It's just a wrinkle of the forehead and an "oh" at the sound of the baby's first grunt, but it's like the whole world has broken open and rained happy tears down upon itself. I want that too.
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