May. 4th, 2009

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Something about becoming a mother made me a monster. Former friends and acquaintances dropped out of my life like flies in a fogbomb when my up-for-anything, partygoing personality morphed into that of crunchy, homebirthing, hippy goddess. My social calendar grew quiet as I traded bongs for babywearing and drinking for drool-spotted shirts. I researched cloth diapering and the merits of vaccinations. I gave up my little black book in favor of a binder full of scribbled notes on the best parks for toddlers and tips for handling tantrums. I never described myself as a feminist or activist, but DAMN if I'm not heavily involved in some mom-rights crusading!

Many were afraid. Heck, even I was intimidated by this new creature in the mirror. Then I realized that, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was happy. Can't argue with that, right? While I wouldn't go so far as to call days filled with endless diaper changes "exciting", my life isn't boring. Every day brings a new adventure, and it seems each adventure calls for skills I learned in places unlikely to ever be linked to good parenting. I am definitely NOT a stereotypical mother. I am part crunchy earth goddess, part firestarter, part activist and part questioning n00b.

This space will (hopefully) serve as a record of this new beast. I call her a Momster.


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