so, the other day i was talking to a friend. we were at the farm, sitting under the walnut tree. she was telling me about her new job and how she works with immigrants and fights for immigrants' rights. she is fluent in spanish. she speaks spanish to avery. i love that. i wish i could speak another language. but i can't. i can only arrange flowers.
so, as i arranged the flowers i asked her more about the life that she's living and the lives that she's changing. and she says that she mostly just sits in front of the computer emailing beaurocratic bullshit. and after that she said, "this can't be the revolution, can it?!" and i thought to myself, what revolution? is there a revolution happening?
so, it made me think about revolutions, and what happened to my inner revolutionary?
lately it's hard for me to think of being a revolutionary. i'm just so....tired. and the things worth fighting for now are my right to breast feed in public. my right to good, local food. my right to stay at home with my babe, or to work if I want to. but these are hardly the revolutions of my youth. nor the revolutions that my friend speaks of.
a boob revolution? a food revolution?
hardly new york times material. but i've swore off the media anyway, so why do i care? unfortunately, there is still a part of me that does. care, I mean. i want to start a revolution. but like i said, i can only arrange flowers.
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i'm a little speechless. you are one of the most amazing revolutionaires i've ever met, and i'm suprised. suprised that you don't see how your kindness and generousity and motherhood and friendship to so many people around you is like the most incredible revolution ever: a coup d'etat against the fear headlines and the media and every flower arrangement you create is like a very beautiful and small but powerful overthrow of evil regimes everywhere. 'i just make flower arrangements' is like saying 'i'm just forging world peace' the revolution, my friend, happens in each moment you choose to be the friend and the giver that you are. at least it is starting there. and of course you are tired now. you are giving intensely to avery and can relax while the childless ones continue the more outward struggle. i love you and think you are one of my favorite revolutionaires.
what did happen to your inner revolution? i have seen your inner revolution change. it is okay though - life is about changing and evolving. it is late and i might be a little buzzed in new hampshire but i still miss you and think you are fabulous and hope that your boob keeps feedin' - because that fact of life is freakin' crazy and amazing at the same time. wow.
amanda,
thanks for the congrats...the transition into motherhood continues to be simply more and more amazing everyday. i'm sure you know exactly the feelings i'm speaking of.
we have started brinnon on the g diapers and really love them so far. we were curious to find out how many covers you use for avery, were the two in the starter kit enough? i'm thinking we need a few additional, kelly thinks not.
you are an incredible writer, amanda. i sure enjoy reading your blog!
court
i would love to get your g diaper covers in medium...2 is not enough (we are finding). let me know what you want for them! we are in no hurry since we still have a 9 pounder. i will listen to your advice about slowing down...i can tell already this is already flying by. maybe we can get down there this fall to visit...i would love to meet that beautiful babe of yours. he is so so cute!
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