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From Lara Black's Blog

An introduction from Janine

I stumbled across Lara's Blog quite by accident and so loved her description of her feelings of anticiaption of the imminent arrival of her bundle of joy that I emailed her and asked if I could share it with the Tum2Mom community. Lara agreed and so without futher ado, here is the article written In Celebration of Mother’s Day (8 May 2011). From Lara’s Blog (www.thelastcowgirl.com)
I've only recently discovered that the word "parent" comes from the Latin 'parentus', which translated directly means 'protector'. 
Without meaning to sound cynical, If one take's the cue from popular culture (and modern day TV Series') you'd be forgiven for thinking that becoming a parent is as simple as purchasing a fashion accessory – and I guess it is. But so little of what we see on TV or read (at least if you subscribe to channel E! or read the celebrity tabloids) conveys simultaneously the privilege and the responsibility that comes with parenting.
In celebration of mother's day (belated as this post is!), I took a trip down memory lane to a time almost seven years ago - and 3 weeks before the birth of my daughter. I found this diary entry (the last before Kerry was born on Sep 10th, 2004) and have shared it here, in celebration of Mother’s Day, because it still represents that moment, almost imperceptible at the time, before life as I knew it changed forever. And the reason I still give thanks at the start of every new day that it’s never too late to be a good parent.

24 August 2004

"I know what it is. 
This suffocating, annoying sense of being slowly dragged under water that is called pregnancy – specifically the last trimester! 
It’s not fear of the responsibility. 
There is no trace of fear in me. No. It is weightier. Far more tricky. 
It’s the one part of my heritage that I have managed to out-manoevre since I was old enough to run.
Patience. 
Extolled as a virtue it has been passed, like some sacrosanct artifact exclusive to the species, between women from generation to generation. Endowing women with a seemingly endless capacity to embrace long periods of waiting. It is something that many seem to do with such grace. Hence, the industrious methods that were instituted by these self same women, as a means of employing both the mind and the hands: needlepoint, knitting, and crocheting.. and all manner of productive arts and crafts to escape from looking too long at horizons that are not theirs to covet. 
And it is that, my aptitude for horizons, that makes this pregnancy feel like a vice. 
I am having to learn the art of patience without the privilege of any tutorage, for my mother, despite her valiant attempts, also failed to appreciate the value in that ‘gender-gene’. 
It has been 34 years and my appetite has not waned….. 
I admitted it to my mother today….that if it weren’t for Kerry, I would not be building this foundation with such tenacity. Block by block. Methodical. Determined. Resolute. 
But patience still escapes me.
I am shocked by these invisible chords that my body is bound by. 
My spirit remains buoyant and light like a feather, forgetful that it now resides in a body that cannot match its mercurial intentions. Rebellious, I lumber a few hundred heartbeats behind…getting no nearer escaping this fleshy anchor. 
And yet, I have to concede that this “stasis” is sacred. 
Love abides in all of my Being at the thought of her growing like some rare flower inside of me. I have been struck, sometimes in the dead of night when her frenetic movement is stilled to match the silence that comes before dawn, that my life would cease to have meaning should she be taken from me. 
For I have changed. Already. 
The metamorphosis has not only been physical. 
Her Life, the blood that runs from my veins to hers and back again, has altered the course of my Life….to the point where I know nothing else is as important. 
Nothing. 
There is nothing that I won’t do. 
Nothing that I won’t surrender. For her. 
She is all. 
And so while I describe a condition that may sound like a prison sentence. It is not.  While my body bows to the laws that govern slow motion, my Life, the essence that is contained by this thin skin, has accelerated.
For I am experiencing that languid ebb…that comes when all tributaries converge at the bend, slow to a tender throb, before they are released with a fervent rush into the ocean."

lara_blackAbout Lara Black

A passionate South African, and with an accumulated 20 years of media and marketing experience behind her, Communications Specialist, Lara Black has consulted to a number of leading national and multinational brands on marketing, public relations, sponsorship and corporate social investment strategies. Lara continues to work with integrity brands within the sustainability, transformation and lifestyle sectors. Contact: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it