tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600351302880586152024-03-13T01:34:47.605+00:00Deconstructing MummyMotherhood your WayDeconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-4057575324691643082015-05-10T00:39:00.001+01:002015-05-10T00:39:52.485+01:00The look of love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I find myself talking a lot about love lately. Maybe because I feel we could all use more of it.<br />
A touch, a hug, caresses, tactile love. Verbal love, "how was your day?", " you are my little kiddo", "would you like some juice?". Caring love, warming their towels while they are having a bath, or getting a little something especially for them from the supermarket. Fun love, a story, laughing at their jokes and playing around with a blanket. There are million ways to love your child but they can all be summarised, concentrated like dense molecules packed tightly together in a single.... glance. Or a prolonged longing stare.<br />
Love bordering on passion. Love as admiration of this special little human being that came from your body but is not yours. "You are mine", "you are my child" I often say, allowing myself to feel this intense almost symbiotic closeness one can only feel with one's child or one's mother. The sweet smell, a body connection that has to lose momentum everyday transforming the relationship to that of two different yet still connected human beings.<br />
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As mothers we can never forget the closeness we have felt with our babies. They can and they do. In reality forgetting is not remembering, as the mother's gaze, our gaze, our touch is permanently stored, imprinted if you like, on our baby's body and most importantly on our baby's mind, his or her internal world.<br />
The relationship with our children will change many times: we can be mean, even abusive sometimes, misunderstand them, frustrate them, fail them, be absent when they might need us and impose on them our deepest darkest anxieties and wishes. Even if we try and keep all the above in check, making as fewer mistakes as we can, the relationship will still change. We grow as they grow. We change and they change, and that is life. The way we see ourselves, the way we see them, the way we approach, connect, console or encourage them is a continuous ebb and flow.<br />
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What will never change is this original look of love from us to them. The look that says : welcome, i love you, i am your mother, you are special to me, you are accepted as a new part of my world, i have space for you, i want to connect with you in love, i care, you are important and most importantly you are unique - another, not me. The look of love, of admiration at the wonder of giving life, actual and emotional to another human being.<br />
Let's always remember this look of love and pass it down. In this way, they will have been seen and they will in turn be able to "see" and love. It is Mother's day today and the best gift we can get is the ability to give this look, this gaze of love. Enjoy your day.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-72352841718679307652015-04-27T16:57:00.001+01:002015-04-27T16:57:28.960+01:00The Ultimate Breaking point<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I stop and stare looking at the little foot that so resembles my son's.<br />
I read "a father gives his last embrace to his son in Syria - do not press like, just share so the world sees what happens in Syria". I look at the father, I look at the image. I am thinking whether I should share or not. I don't share just for the sake of it. Especially when an image is so harsh, so painful so inhuman. This to me represents the ultimate breaking point as a parent. More than that, it represents the ultimate breaking point in humanity.<br />
I wake up, and do my work which I love. I am safe and despite the life stresses each of us goes through, my life is good. I do feel mildly guilty for this although I shouldn't.<br />
But the moment images like this or stories about immigrants drowning in the open sea, our fellow humans in desperation, then, anger, disgust and a deep seated pain violently enters my heart and my home. My safe, sound right to a home.<br />
I come from a family that was thrown out from their home in Asia Minor. I never experienced this, it was the life story of my paternal grandparents. Traumas like this are passed down, and cruelty, unfairness, every repugnant loss turns me into a force to be reckoned with. Not this time. Not with this image - this just turned me into a powerless collapsing heap of tears. I cry as a mother and as a citizen of this world.<br />
We have landed in the moon, "tamed" nature and advanced in technology.<br />
One thing we have not learned yet: Respect and love for the other.<br />
I have shared this as a personal reaction. But this is not about me. This is about all of us, our children and their children. It is about conceiving the inconceivable and doing something about it - teaching love and not losing hope. At times like this, all one can do is not lose hope.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-80488246487429102542014-06-18T13:40:00.002+01:002014-06-18T13:40:50.727+01:00GLOBAL HUMANITY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">These days I am very much "world charmed", taking a course on global trends, and thinking about locality and globalisation. Why, you might ask, do I talk about globalisation in an essentially "mummy blog"?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">One of "Deconstructing Mummy"'s central mantra is that a mother is more than just a mother. She is a person, above and beyond her motherly role. Still motherhood is a very potent lense to view the world.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today I attended my 5 year old son's assembly. The theme was based on the song "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpTR1wF4M6k">Hello to all the children of the World</a>". It was about diversity, inclusion, globality, respect and teamwork. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There they were, little beautiful sprouts from all around the world, sitting next to each other, getting up one by one, declaring their "special country": Greece, Australia, India, Ghana, Liberia, Japan, Bangladesh, Bolivia,Colombia, Turkey, England. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">They sang holding hands, looking at each other as classmates and not as beings defined by their country of origin, status, class, colour. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">They were all equally eager to catch a glimpse of their parents, to show off with pride how well they sang the song. They sang also in sign language, using their little hands to express unknowingly a much deeper truth: that of relating no matter what.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was sitting there in awe of this lesson in life, thinking not only what a great job this school does, but also how important it is to be taught how to relate to others humbly, respectfully and equally.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">How well this lesson will be taken on board, depends in the end on us. The mothers and fathers at home. Our attitudes, fears and stereotypes. Are we going to support what the school teaches, or fill these young souls with fear of the"other"? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I come from Greece. A country that is currently having a very hard time financially, but most importantly societally, and very soon I believe politically. Without wanting to go into too much detail here, I will say that though in Greece the far right atrocity-committing party of Golden Dawn did not match France or Uk results in the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-27559714">European Elections</a>, it is alive and kicking. For me even the 3 MEPs is a dark warning sign. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In Psychoanalysis, we say that when the EGO(our core being in lay terms) is strong, it is well protected from threat and can relate freely with others. It does not need to resort to paranoid modes of being where other people/situations are perceived as dangerous, persecutory and harmful. The flip side of the coin is when the Ego is chaotic, with no boundaries to preserve our individuality. The Ego goes into these modes when it feels weak, unable to put right boundaries, full of doubt about our abilities, our standing in the world, our self worth. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seeing these children today, offers a visual example to exactly that: they were all together, sharing naturally an experience of togetherness without losing their individuality (their "Special countries"). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It is up to us, as mothers (and fathers) to bring them up, allowing for the preservation of their individuality, while teaching them the rules of life. Will we teach them to fear? to hide behind their "unique" class, colour, culture, gender? Or will we teach them ways to relate and bring in this magical mix with others, their own strong, loving shelves? Will we teach them to reach out, or to stay put? Will we teach them the essence of humanity, or as the song says: </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 19px;">Though some things might be different, </span><br style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 19px;">we’re children just the same....</span><br />
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-61072325230244046302014-06-11T09:30:00.000+01:002014-06-11T09:30:02.516+01:00Yes Mess<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't get me wrong - I hate mess.<br />
It drives me crazy and makes me drop many other things to deal with it. It is a deep irony given my two children and my professional attraction to mess, being a psychologist and all....<br />
Motherhood is, I just realised a synonym to mess. There is no motherhood without mess. Let me <a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/free+association">"free associate"</a> here for a moment - Mess... diapers, vomit, toys scattered all over the floor, tiny bits of toilet paper in the bathroom, egg yolk on the carpet, rice and bread crumbs on my feet, messy hair, "I am a mess", and the grandest of all: I messed up...<br />
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Show me a mother who is o.k with mess. Even the most relaxed ones amongst us fall for the last one (The "I messed up" bit... guilt - another synonym of motherhood..).<br />
External mess meets internal mess. We walk as if enveloped in a big fluffy cloud, multi-tasking and list making, an overworked brain trying to manage the unmanageable: direct an overworked body into organising the mess. "Let it be" by the Beatles springs to mind (hey, I love free association- remember?), but that is too idealistic as a resolution to the inherent problem of Mother-Mess.<br />
Why do I make a fuss over mess today? I'll tell you why. A patient of mine was talking about his mother today. About how he was never given the key to her "world" - the feeling that it's o.k to mess with her - play with her, trick her, be allowed to enter her private psychological territory and test it. Test her patience, her love, drive her crazy, angry, passionate, see how she rebounds, how she blindly searches for a way out of a mutual mess of feelings, of intermingling with each other, being one and separating, being one again.<br />
So mess is important. It drives us up the wall, teaches us to cope with the most intense feelings of boundaries being broken and re-established, of where we begin and where we end, of what we can allow without gulping down LSD or antidepressants.<br />
Mess is a means of communication. The child naturally believes that he/she can do as he/she pleases. Where do we draw the line? It is an art. To teach reality yet not shut them out. To teach them respect for the other (yes, you!) without abandoning them, and to let them know that they can make you mad without fearing the loss of your love (just the loss of their favourite tv show for today maybe?).<br />
Mess is a big challenge for a mother. It teaches you resilience, a painful awareness of your limitations or even intense concentration (hey, I can write this while listening to LEGO sounds on the PS4)...<br />
But mostly, it teaches you the hard lesson that now you are not on your own anymore. You have one (or more) little creatures who want in. They want a piece of this magical mummy place that is your most guarded and precious possession - your Self.<br />
So mess? Yes please! (do I have a choice?)</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-54112698367354348162014-05-13T22:51:00.000+01:002014-05-14T09:41:39.468+01:00Forgetting to dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFga4vt4l7zK_ol__ijseXvO2T01SaYnjvZuOrhbPzUikM9YePQ4bKYsOIWpyIinJKG3BL2yn0nIE63abhVBY60SVZZ_O9xQlDqHApUDNXZVnWSlOM2LECN67JAYCfCqPzpe76mL6mNE4p/s1600/butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">"I dream of mummies and butterflies, and cakes and beaches and ice-creams and daddies. Close your eyes - nooo peeking" ( I close my eyes- he kisses me on the cheek). "I love you sooo very much".....</span></a><br />
This was my "payment" for being there in his bed, reading to him while hugging him. He shared his dreams. All the things he likes. He dares to dream. He is almost 5.<br />
My dreams are lists of chores and pin numbers, and schedules, career development ideas, losing my recent pregnancy weight. Questions of "middle" age, how the hell did I get there so fast?<br />
I am shattered from working and breastfeeding and being a mum and wanting to be all that and more. Study more, travel more, write more, walk more.<br />
And then I stop comparing his world and mine and I look at him marvelling in the moment. Taking in this amazing and delicious moment in time where I allow myself to be his honoured guest in this innocent and light hearted world where mummies and daddies and ice creams and butterflies live in abundance. I want to stay there and forget my lists, de-construct myself and let go of all the musts and shoulds and oughts that mums carry with them in order to run their place.<br />
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We forget ourselves and we forget to dream. We worry and plan and try to control the universe that surrounds them, that surrounds us.<br />
The other day, he "showed" me an ad where a mum was dancing while serving ( i think it was some kind of sweet spread) her children and they were laughing - ""Mum look" he said and pointed out the dancing mum.<br />
What a blow! I had been but the dancing mum lately with a newborn in my arms. And although I am too old and yes, too wise to fall for the trap of the happy, perfect dancing mum of the ad, I listened to what he was actually telling me by pointing this out - "you are not fun like she is, I want you to be fun, I need you to be fun".<br />
Yes he is only 5, and he doesn't get my struggle, but doesn't he deserve a fun mum every once in a while? Don't we deserve to be this mum (actually be, not pretend to be) and drop everything that we "ought to" in order to dance and dream?<br />
So my advice in this quick and short post (because this is my "dance" for the day) is that next time you are about to explode from taking on too much responsibility, step back and remember that these unique children we are bringing up, are sometimes like wise old men/women, just showing us the way....<br />
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What are the Deconstructing Mummy groups?<br />
What does it mean to be a "deconstructed mummy"?<br />
What do we talk about in the groups and how will this help you mother?<br />
What is the relationship of the "emerging mother self" to your changing body, the "imagined child" and the intergenerational passing down of mothering ways?<br />
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Looks like a presentation of the groups is in order.<br />
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After talking to expectant and new mums, I decided to organise a presentation of the Deconstructing Mummy groups with free entry, on Monday the 13/5/13 , 11:00 am at <a href="http://www.thatplaceonthecorner.co.uk/contact_us.html">"That place on the Corner"</a> , N16 (follow link for address).<br />
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An attendance email at deconstructingmummy@gmail.com would be appreciated, but last minute walk-ins are very welcome too.<br />
Come have a cup of coffee, bring a friend and find out if you are on your way of being a "deconstructed mummy!"<br />
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P.s The coffee shop is extremely child friendly!</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-37520076946667612012013-02-04T12:57:00.001+00:002013-05-05T01:57:04.765+01:00New Mummy Groups starting!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To all deconstructed mums who are interested:<br />
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The new Deconstructing Mummy groups are starting on<br />
<span style="color: red;">Tuesday 26/2/13 at 7.30-9.00pm @ the <a href="http://www.thatplaceonthecorner.co.uk/contact_us.html">"That Place on the Corner Cafe</a>" and every Tuesday for 8 weeks</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Friday 1/3/13 at 10.00-11.30 am @ <a href="http://www.hornseyvale.org/contact.html">Hornsey Vale Community Centre</a> and every Friday for 8 weeks.</span><br />
Places are limited to 8 people so early booking is advised!<br />
Kindly note that mothers need to arrange babysitting as the group encourages thinking on oneself and time away from the baby.<br />
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Email deconstructingmummy@gmail.com for enquiries or to book your place.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-68435404677598898432012-11-09T16:10:00.001+00:002012-11-09T16:10:31.325+00:00Expectant Mothers help science!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Hello, my name is Anastasia Apostolou and I have recently started a psychotherapy training; in that context learning about early child development is of great significance. There is a richness in the first interactions between a mother and her new baby which can be a source of profound knowledge. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Are you due to give birth until Chrismas? If you are, please get in contact with me through emailing Marianna (aka Deconstructing Mummy) at deconstructingmummy@gmail.com!!! </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">I am looking for a future mother who can help me learn about the beginning of the infant’s life in his/her ordinary family environment. I</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"> hope that the family will also gain something from this experience and would be very happy if you agreed to take part.</span></div>
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-39099425143490885472012-11-05T18:35:00.000+00:002012-11-05T18:42:45.505+00:00Deconstructing Mummy Mondays!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is official!<br />
Where? @ <a href="https://maps.google.co.uk/maps/place?cid=14246719949247993445">Rokesly Children's Centre</a> Crouch End<br />
When? The first Monday of every month 4-5pm<br />
What? Deconstructing Mummy will be there to discuss all psychological issues we face as expectant and new mothers during the first years of motherhood<br />
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Entrance is FREE<br />
Drop ins welcome.<br />
Ring to confirm on the day.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-25113023031592649562012-10-09T17:36:00.003+01:002012-10-09T17:36:52.854+01:00The person that became a mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I read an article today about mothers making "mummy friends". It is a subject that often comes up in conversations between mothers whether new or experienced.<br />
However the reason I am mentioning this article is not for its specific subject matter but for one single sentence that struck me, and that is : " with an understanding of the person that became a mother".<br />
Now this is a subject that permeates the whole "deconstructing mummy" concept, is the backbone of the <a href="http://deconstructing-mummy.blogspot.co.uk/p/motherhood-psychology-groups.html">mother group meetings</a> and of my philosophy as a psychologist.<br />
Who is this person (that became a mother)? What is her history? How does she feel and what does she think? How has she changed or is currently changing? What will always be the same for her no matter what?<br />
Is she her own person? What does she want out of her life? What does she expect, wish for, secretly yearn for? What scares her, intimidates her, makes her doubt?<br />
Hey my list can go on forever.<br />
The point is, if we get these answers for ourselves (you know, the self that has now become a mother) then we are on our way of being better mothers and more truthful persons. We need our "self centre" to function properly. Let's not forget who we are, because who we are will guide us in "how" we do mothering (amongst other things.)<br />
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-34906292175456305232012-10-03T11:30:00.001+01:002012-10-03T13:48:41.692+01:00New Mums' group starting!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To all deconstructed mums who are interested:<br />
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New group is starting on the <span style="color: red;">23/10 in North Finchley, every Tuesday at 7.15pm-9pm for 8 weeks.</span><br />
Places are limited to 8 people so early booking is advised!<br />
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Email deconstructingmummy@gmail.com for enquiries or to book your place.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-69418239181584453462012-10-01T15:05:00.001+01:002012-10-01T15:05:35.946+01:00Put your Oxygen masks first.... Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Two new venues, times and dates with more to come. The talk will concentrate on the feelings and difficulties mothers face psychologically during the first years of their child's life. Bring along your mother- friends, questions and experiences.<br />
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Monday 8/10, 3pm @ Rokesly Children's Centre, Elmfield Avenue N8 8QG<br />
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Friday 12/10, 1.30pm @ Coppetts Wood Children's Centre, Coppetts Road, N10 1JS<br />
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email deconstructingmummy@gmail.com if you have any questions.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-86044227771790979922012-09-26T16:43:00.001+01:002012-09-26T16:43:23.440+01:00A Mother's Gaze<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is the day when I see most of my clients. What struck me today was a recurring theme: their mother's psychological gaze. It is said in our psychology circles that the mother's gaze (real and psychological - i.e how she experiences her child) is a crucial key to a child's personality organization and sense of self. One of the reasons I started the Deconstructing Mummy groups is prevention. Time and again I met my adult clients' "mother ghosts" "parading" in the consulting room. Descriptions of mothers who somehow failed their children.<br />
I asked myself: what if?<br />
What if those mothers had help as they carried these children in their bellies?<br />
As they soothed them, nursed them, watched them change and develop?<br />
Today all I could hear in the sessions were children begging to be seen, loved, admired, encouraged to individuate.<br />
"See who I am - not who you would like me to be"<br />
"Listen to me and don't get lost in your hurt self-centeredness"<br />
"Allow me to be my own person, not a part of you"<br />
"Touch me, caress me, smile at me"<br />
"Try and contain your sorrow, anxiety, fear, your well-being is my sense of security"<br />
"Stop fussing over money, your work, your image and really be here with me"<br />
"Don't use me to feel worthy of your life or yourself"<br />
That is what I heard from my clients, once vulnerable children, now vulnerable and hurt adults .<br />
And that is what I want you to consider.<br />
As mothers we have a bond with our children. Is it unbreakable? A given? Natural and taking care of itself?<br />
NO. A big fat NO.<br />
It is hard work and it puts us to the test. We are asked to put our whole selves on the line. Be all, be the infant's universe. How can a mother not fail?<br />
The truth is that she will fail.<br />
She will fail to be the perfect, fantasied mother, both in her own fantasy and in her child's. She will never be able to satisfy every wish, desire, dream that her child might have.<br />
She will frustrate.<br />
But she can also love, and give, and be. The freer she is of her own childhood ghosts, the better she will cope with this new, budding relationship that is full of fresh potential.<br />
She will then be able to hug, and be, and prioritize differently, and differentiate her self from her child, and keep her own fantasies in check, providing, listening, nurturing her real child by being her authentic self, for "better or for worse".<br />
Motherhood involves stepping out of our own little worlds and taking a leap into the unkown, relating intensely to an unformed yet but very present, other individual. Yes, "motherhood is not for sissies" as I read in a funny postcard. Nor is it for the self-centred who stingily give. There is no perfection involved in the job description. So who is it for then?<br />
Hey, actually I do have an answer. It is for everyone.<br />
Everyone that cares to take a good honest look at themselves.</div>
Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-14050172649043635432012-09-12T14:32:00.000+01:002012-09-12T14:32:03.467+01:00Breastfeeding shielding child from Depression?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I recently read this <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/health/2012/09/10/breastfeeding-in-infancy-may-shield-adults-from-depression/">article/study</a>, with the title: "Breastfeeding in infancy may shield adults from Depression". The title caught me and I found it very interesting. I am openly pro breastfeeding but also very sceptical about how breastfeeding is promoted or used.<br />
As I've mentioned in another post, breastfeeding is a very hot topic in mothers' discussions, provoking extreme reactions. I have also said that breastfeeding is not only the natural act per se but can and usually is very symbolic about female sexuality, fecundity, power, ability to be. Mothers attach knowingly or unknowingly intense emotions to breastfeeding. Some feel like failures if they can't establish "it", others feel less womanly, others feel that breastfeeding is the main median to prove their worth, yet others relive through breastfeeding a union that they themselves missed as children. Of course there are always the mothers who breastfeed simply, just as nature intended, and mothers who for their reasons opt out of breastfeeding (and believe me there are many reasons and sometimes heartbreaking ones).<br />
Now to get a study which basically says to mothers "breastfeed so you shield your child from depression" is a huge blow to all mothers... Why? Do mothers need more guilt? Do most mothers know how to read a study of this sort? Look at how many "subjects" were used in the study, the methodology, the interpretation of the results?<br />
How can a study of this sort establish what the breastfeeding mother is thinking/feeling/doing when she is breastfeeding her child? How many mothers having themselves psychological difficulties breastfeed and at the same time feel numb (in that case what kind of "psychological milk" is the child getting)? And how many mothers don't breastfeed but give the bottle with warmth and care?<br />
Yes, the research idea is interesting. No, the claim it makes in the title can't be established by this specific study. And to cut a long story short, it is not the breastfeeding that makes for a smooth, secure bond between a mother and her child. It is her concern, her warmth, her keeping the child in her mind and in her heart at all times. And that kind of mothering, with all its faults and imperfections is the kind that brings up adults "shielded" by depression.<br />
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-6849830807156966382012-09-12T14:05:00.000+01:002012-09-12T14:05:19.381+01:00Parenting workshops- parents of twins<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently I met Dr. Ella Rachamim, a paediatrician and mother of twins who is offering parenting workshops. Our views were similar in many ways, having both identified the need of preparation and prevention in parenthood. We view parenthood from different angles, Dr. Rachamim's workshops are practical/informative whereas Deconstructing Mummy groups focus on the mother's psychological well being and the bond with her child. Whatever the angle, the point remains: Proaction is always better than reaction.<br />
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"BE READY TO PARENT" WORKSHOPS:<br />
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<span style="color: #070707;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Becoming a parent for the first time is a wonderful experience. It is a time of immense joy and fulfilment. But it can also be challenging, confusing and anxiety provoking. The key to getting the most out of this magical time is preparation. The more knowledgeable and the better prepared you are the easier it will be to meet these challenges and enjoy the experience of being a new parent.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #070707;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unfortunately there is a lot of conflicting advice about childbirth, breastfeeding etc. There is no one right way to have your delivery, feed and care for your baby. And remember that babies have minds of their own so sometimes even your best laid plans will need to change! In order to make the right choices for you and your baby it is vital to get honest, expert and impartial guidance.</span></span></div>
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-84409306561361508962012-09-03T17:29:00.000+01:002012-09-03T17:29:54.186+01:00New Mums: Put your Oxygen Masks first!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The new cycle of the DeConstructing Mummy groups are starting this September!<br />
The motherhood psychology groups are aimed at supporting you psychologically in your new role as a mother and helping you create your own motherhood way without fear but with a greater understanding of your self in relation to your child.<br />
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<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Understanding of the difficulties inherent in motherhood</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Exploration of personal psychological history and how it affects you today</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Confidence in self as mother</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Building a healthier more balanced relationship with your child</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Understanding your effect on the child</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Breaking free from myths on motherhood</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Creating your own motherhood way</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;">Sharing and feeling supported</span></li>
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-73171587284427453632012-08-13T10:11:00.000+01:002012-08-13T10:15:13.126+01:00Motherhood as it is "not supposed to be"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am currently on holiday, taking a break from thinking. There are times though that thinking just hits you in the face. Reading this <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/12/opinion/sunday/in-defense-of-single-motherhood.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=katieroiphe">article</a> on single motherhood had the "get writing" effect this morning. Single motherhood is a big issue and is a reality of many mothers. Some are single mothers by choice, others by circumstances. Condemning single mothers as a "threat" to the mental health of their infants by studies (no frills-bottom line) is just plain laziness if not stupidity on society's part. Understanding cause and effect is another story. I won't take a specific stance on the issue here, as I am still thinking about the issue of single motherhood and have not reached a conclusion. It is very likely that I won't. Each case, each family is different. I do not agree on everything the above mentioned article supports. But I have to say that the writer very eloquently makes 2-3 very strong points that I can't help but mention.<br />
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Deconstructing Mummy was created precisely to alleviate the burden of the "myths" around motherhood and promote a more realistic hence richer view of what mothers are and what they experience. So when in the article I come across the sentence "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"><i>If there is anything that currently oppresses the children, it is the idea of the way families are “supposed to be</i>"</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, times, serif; font-size: 15px;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I feel a kindred connection. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Labels can hurt. Yes, I am all for "diagnosing", "categorizing", "quantifying". These are my studies, this is science. However, they can be used only as a base to start the journey of truly understanding and asking the questions. Things don't happen according to plan. We don't feel, act, think as we "are supposed to". Anxiety, complexity, inventiveness, trial-and-error are our true daily "bread-and-butter" as mothers, families, human beings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">In the end as the article supports, "a well loved child is a well loved child". I would also add that an authentic mother who cares about herself and her child, actively trying to love and provide, whatever her personal circumstances or choices is what society needs. Research is great, debating is essential. Understanding and supporting mothers in their own mothering way is VITAL.</span></div>
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Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-44536117958667984762012-06-25T15:37:00.002+01:002012-06-25T15:37:29.317+01:00You + Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You can see the world through the eyes of your child. Or you can see the world "selfishly" only through your eyes. Better see the worlds alternating, I say.<br />
The relationship with our children is a deeply passionate one. And passion is by nature extreme. In a healthy mother-child relationship, love is rather a given. There, present all the time. But love is not the only feeling in this relationship. Don't kid yourself new, experienced or about-to-be mother. Love is the glue, and is needed badly in order to deal with the rest.<br />
I believe motherhood is an experience that stretches the boundaries of who we are. So much so that at times we end up not really knowing who we are, or doubting who we were, puzzled as to who we are becoming. There are days when all a mother wants is to be left alone. Not to deal with demands, crying, diaper change, tantrums, "showing the world", entertaining, being patient, caring and thinking about another. There are many fantasies mothers devise in order to bear their children sometimes. Throwing them off the balcony, packing their suitcase and leaving everything behind, pinning them magically to the sofa or shutting their mouths with tape. And these are "mild ones", more "acceptable" lets say. The truth is that no matter how violent or crazy, or even funny these fantasies are, they provide relief. Relief from agonising everyday, changing from one viewpoint to another minute by minute. I see the world through my eyes, otherwise I will go crazy. I see the world through yours, otherwise you will go crazy. That sums up pretty well the loving battle between you and me. CHILD and mother. MOTHER and child. Two worlds in synch that can range from a feeling of belonging, an absolute unity to a feeling of camaraderie and sharing. Sometimes two worlds colliding where one ego has to win. You AND me becomes then you OR me. What is a mother to do then?<br />
We all know that respect is vital in every kind of relationship. But along with respect, comes individuality, concern for the other, but also concern for the self. It is advised that the mother backs off. Not only because of the role, but because she has a more developed (mature) ego than the child. However there are times when the mother's self feels at peril and then if her own ego is not saved even momentarily, believe me there will be no egos at all around. That is why Winnicott talked about the "good enough" and not the "perfect mother".<br />
We all have bad days. Mother and children. And we should allow ourselves and our children these days. Not doing so is just not being grounded in reality. And if we sometimes need to put ourselves first in order to survive the more immature parts of our personalities and return back to normal, apologising and making reparations, so be it. It is infinitely healthier than striving for perfection or resorting to bottled up anger and acting out later in the most hateful and vindictive ways, psychical absence towards the child being one of them. Just make sure this isn't your daily bread and butter. If it is, then seek help - you are only human.<br />
It comes with the job that we are on "top of it", and being on top of it sometimes means being honest as to what our limits are. Where the ME stops the You begins. But for these two, to dance together whether tango, raving, Zorba-style or hip-hop, there has to be a You and there has to be a Me.<br />
<br /></div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-18460856314744147492012-05-28T13:54:00.000+01:002012-05-28T13:54:14.028+01:00Wombs for Rent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmddGA4hPMRxHZyDqEYrNvy0dkicLi3kqbzrRbC_O1dN7Ms8_cGbrBivOKO_H2PGlFx6uRz7CgGnF5tb8gT90nONi-CQGj3QXp0aScrwMrq7sZxcX3DJFEz4q_SKQ9HcNn5NybMdddoMIf/s1600/for+rent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmddGA4hPMRxHZyDqEYrNvy0dkicLi3kqbzrRbC_O1dN7Ms8_cGbrBivOKO_H2PGlFx6uRz7CgGnF5tb8gT90nONi-CQGj3QXp0aScrwMrq7sZxcX3DJFEz4q_SKQ9HcNn5NybMdddoMIf/s320/for+rent.jpg" width="230" /></a>The title is not mine, but thought it was brilliant. Apparently there is a growing industry in India of paid surrogate mothers and "baby factories" (again not my words). You can find the article <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/9292343/Revealed-how-more-and-more-Britons-are-paying-Indian-women-to-become-surrogate-mothers.html">here</a> . The surrogate mother issue, along with IVF, frozen ovaries etc is a huge and complex one psychologically, ethically and legally and not one I will delve into in this short post I am attempting to write. What I found interesting in this article was not that the "customers" were gay couples - one can understand the reasons here (though I do have my opinion on this). The most interesting part was that surrogacy was preferred by some women in order to retain their figure and not go through pregnancy/childbirth. I have a deep respect for a woman's right to have or not to have children. But really? "Hiring" a womb so you don't get the extra pounds or the morning sickness? That is a recipe for motherhood disaster based on an extremely immature personality structure that can do more harm than good to the self and most importantly to the child.<br />
What is disturbing me though in this article is the unregulated nature of these "rentals". No laws, no precautions, no suitability of the parties involved, no nothing. O.K the most cynical between us may argue that at least some money is flowing towards India from the west. But my concern here is... who are the mothers for rent? What happens to them afterwards? No one can guarantee that these women are not forced to have their bodies used this way. Are they "women" even? Or girls just getting their period? And what happens to the babies? Do they actually go to "loving western families" or are "used" for other purposes?<br />
Forgive me for being "paranoid" but the google alerts I get everyday on motherhood show me a world where motherhood, women's bodies, babies and the trajectory that links all those together is not that "natural" any more. There is an increased perversion on how all these issues are approached and ,that, as a mother, a woman and a human being, worries me and disturbs me.</div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-26269464097581550192012-05-25T16:35:00.001+01:002012-05-25T16:35:51.958+01:00Farewell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am on the bus, having opted for a complete two-hour freedom. Freedom from parking, freedom from my daily mum routine. Just enjoying the rare british sun. I am relaxed, carefree holding my two new bottles of nail polish. I open them and get absorbed by the colour and the characteristic smell. The bus stops opposite a church. I love being on a double decker if I am not in a rush. I have all the time to observe and get lost in my thoughts. I turn to my right and see a lot of people gathered outside the church. They are wearing formal clothes and a few of them are crying. A funeral. I look at the faces of the people, certain that the lost one is a beloved grandparent. I look at a woman my age crying in desperation, wearing a formal hat which I find an odd thing to wear at a funeral. But then again I come from a different country I think to myself. I look inside the black vehicle parked on the side and see the coffin. It is unusual. There is a sea and a boat painted, some travelling theme. Then I realise. The coffin is not very big. My brain is fighting for me not to understand what is happening. I read "farewell from mummy and daddy". My brain can no longer trick me. I scan the crowd again. I see her. The mother. It is the mother wearing the odd hat. It is the mother crying tears of desperation. Her child is in that coffin. A part of her buried for ever. I now feel myself, a corporeal loss.The image is so gripping that I stop breathing normally and tears well up in my eyes. I was not prepared for this. I was not prepared to share in a random moment the crumbling life of another woman, another mother. She was burying her child and I was preparing to go pick up mine from the nursery.<br />
I got off at the next bus stop to walk home, I needed to be outside. I started crying. I felt her loss. This small moment of realisation that all we love, all we have, all that we take for granted, we can lose.<br />
I thought about motherhood and about my concept of Deconstructing Mummy. I had just experienced a literal deconstruction of a mother. I imagined her years later somehow moving on with her life. Maybe one day she will smile again. I know that most people do eventually handle their grief even if they are not the same again. There and then, just walking home on a sunny day having been shaken to my core, I decided to write on this blog more frequently and to tell short stories of motherhood. Motherhood happens everyday and its instants are priceless.</div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-67421363908495611432012-04-24T08:30:00.000+01:002012-04-24T08:30:03.444+01:00What, no app for motherhood?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Motherhood apparently has no app yet. According to <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/motherhood-toughest-job-ll-love-app-article-1.1063710?localLinksEnabled=false">this article</a>, mothers should stop the whining and... "woman it up". Mothers of the newer generation are portrayed as spoilt children who want an app for everything, motherhood included. I think this article really describes the essence of "deconstructing mummy" by refuting it. And although proof by induction is a fine mathematical concept, it is not very funny to still see the prevalence of the mother-image as "unsung hero" (-heroine if you allow me). Mind you, that is also the type of mother the media likes. The new "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NScs_qX2Okk">olympics" ad for pampers</a>, is admittedly really touching, but hey, mother is again the unsung heroine that gets an "olympic" thank you at the end. Well, if your son or daughter is part of the olympics, then be proud, but should you be defined as a mother, is it a success, a huge bonus for your "job"?<br />
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When I started "deconstructing mummy", I wanted to tell mothers that they matter. That they can whine, complain, ache, share, and "sing" themselves all that motherhood is for THEM. Culture and even our own internal representations of motherhood, treat mothers as a medium and not an end in themselves. Advice is given on "how to" do motherhood but very few ask "who is" doing motherhood.</div>
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Motherhood is not a job. I really don't care how a mother is defined. Is she stay-at-home, working, single, black, white, all I hear is blah, blah, blah. A mother is a mother and although we are biologically programmed to long for and expect mothering, a mother is not really a given. That is something that becomes consistently apparent in my practice as a psychotherapist, where mothers of all shapes and forms, ages and generations parade in my ears. Most mothers are far from being a "given" hence the survival of psychotherapists... Should a mother be a given? Yes, to her child, but not to anyone else. What I mean here is that providing good mothering needs help. No mother who respects herself as a person and as a mother expects a "pat on the back" or payment for services rendered. But she does expect to be treated as an entity. By the same token, no mother should be encouraged by society to live her life through her "olympian child". And I do believe that no mother would complain to be a "chauffeur", "entertainer", "cook" etc. if she also had her own space, time and way to just be herself without thinking of everybody else or worrying about what to do next. Some mothers forget about their children when working and really welcome the break, some pour themselves a gin and tonic before giving their loved ones their daily bath( if I am relaxed, they're relaxed- a friend once said) and some just ponder about motherhood by blogging late at night. I am privileged to closely experience a lot of mother stories through my work. In their meandering labyrinth of differences they all share one striking similarity. No mother wants to be a hero(ine), or acknowledged as one. They just want to be a person as well as a mother and combine the two in one singular normal self with needs, weaknesses, wants and sometimes well, "olympic" successes.</div>
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</div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-25182297112694712922012-04-19T22:45:00.001+01:002012-04-19T22:45:55.507+01:00New Mothers. Humans not saints<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Humans. Not Saints. I chose this
title because I wanted to give you the gist of this post straight away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Good enough mothers, not perfect.
The number one associate of a new mother’s anxiety is guilt. Am I doing it the right
way? Do I give enough? Am I present? Am I spoiling it? Am I? Am I?... Usually the
inner guilt is accompanied with the well known outer guilt (your mum, mother-in-law,
friend, husband, tv shows and parenting magazines, sometimes the lady on the
bus). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The pressure can at times be
extreme, the responsibility of a bringing up a child, the house that needs
tending to, work, finances, the partner, bills, messy hair, clothes that don’t
fit, and the ever elusive personal time or space... I really don’t think I
should make this list longer to make one realise that a new mother is like a
new driver asked to drive on the highway on the very first lesson.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Things come in pairs and the life
as a new mother has its fair share of tension. Tension usually “pairs off” with
aggression. And aggression is taboo where motherhood is concerned. A mother
should be good, nurturing, sweet and patient. Well, the news is that a new
mother feels aggression towards her newborn when she can’t take the crying
anymore due to exhaustion, towards her partner who is “baptised” with intricate
swear names either internally or externally, towards her own self (well known and ever present guilt), and towards the whole universe if no one else is there to take
the blame. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And yes, she does have the right to feel this way. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Truth to be told,
she doesn’t really help herself feel better if this aggression remains without
being understood. But we do need to acknowledge that it is normal for a new
mother to feel this way. This is also the first step to do something about it
and to free herself from the imprisoning image of sainthood that can only
create suffocating relationships with a destructive content.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now you may ask me, where is all
this aggression coming from? Although there are usual suspects ( the
relationship with her mother, the way a woman relates to her identity,
sexuality, personality), in the end each mother has her own unique story-labyrinth
that triggers emotional pain and hence
aggression.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She also has her own beliefs,
fantasies, desires hidden or overt as to how she wants to bring up her child. Some
want to breastfeed briefly or for a long period, some not at all. Some want to
provide material goods for their offspring, some, freedom and some their
continuous presence at home. Each mother has her own way to give and to exist
for her child and this should be respected. Respected in its entirety.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There is however one small but
significant detail: children or rather newborns need very specific things in
the first year of their life. The first year of life is a vital year, where the
mother lays the basic foundations of relating. In other words, the mother is
the first person who teaches us relationships and help us or not to achieve our most
basic sense of security and the core of our self. Let me stress that it is not
solely the mother who does this but the mother-in-relation-to-her-baby, meaning
that relating is a two-way process. So
although there are very different pairs of mothers and babies relating, there
are a few things that all people involved in the mothering dance share. And these
simply (or not so simply) are to listen to your baby’s needs and satisfy them in
your best possible and swift way, to be there constistently with your mind,
your heart and your instinct as well as your physical presence (as much as is
feasibly possible),to put your babies needs first above your own when the two
clash, and to always ask yourself, “who am I doing this for?” without hurrying to
give an answer and when you do answer be open, honest and brave, even if the
answer hurts your feelings or self-image.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Motherhood is not what we call a “no-brainer”.
Our children don’t need a dutiful slave or a self-absorbed mother who can’t get
over herself and uses her child as a trophy or as her extension. Most
importantly, they don’t need a mother who has just stepped out of a tv commercial
and has no crinkles on her skirt or her heart. What they do need is a mother
with her own personality, daring to make mistakes and being humble enough to
learn from them. A mother who has her own unique love to give and who walks her
own path to motherhood. So If I had one and only advice to give to new mothers
that would be: be truthful to yourselves and listen to your babies, their
bodies, their sounds, their eyes, their embrace, their anger or discomfort. Be “good
enough” (D.W. Winnicott), and leave perfection for those who don’t get reality.
Most importantly, enjoy as much as you can this experience that you have chosen
consciously or unconsciously.....</span><span style="color: #993366; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-59820716260180275522012-04-04T17:37:00.000+01:002012-04-11T13:10:08.766+01:00MOTHERHOOD PSYCHOLOGY GROUPS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is the translation of the interview conducted from Maria Athini in February 2011 on behalf of <a href="http://www.babyspace.gr/Article/group_therapy_maternity/145-2891.html">www.babyspace.gr</a> regarding the Motherhood Psychology Groups.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">The groups you are facilitating focus on the psychology of the mother, not the child’s. What led you to concentrate on the mother?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The mother is the first human being who teaches the world to her child, the first to set the foundations for the child’s sense of self, security, self-respect and personality. At the same time, a woman, already from the onset of her pregnancy goes into a process of intense psychological change. I call it “psychological earthquake” – this in my opinion is the term that best describes the intensity of feelings and of psychic upheaval experienced by a mother in the making. It is imperative that a mother gets the necessary and sufficient support during this time. A mother’s care should come as a top priority in our society. The mother is the beginning. A psychologically healthy mother makes for a psychologically healthy child.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which do you think are the main issues a woman that has just become a mother is called to deal with, and how can this group help her in her efforts?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A mother’s work is multifaceted. As I said, leaving aside the physical tiredness, the hormonal changes and the fear of the unknown, a new mother goes through a lot of psychic tension and change. To start with, there is a lot of burdening social anxiety with regards to what constitutes a “good mother” – this is an unavoidable, automatic thought that comes from the mother’s environment and of course the mother herself. Most people have advice at hand as to how a mother should act to be good. Very few people wonder how a mother is feeling inside. Mothers are literally bombarded by internal feelings of anxiety, guilt, aggression towards themselves and their child, shame and doubt if they do the right things or have the right set of reactions. They feel tired, their bodies have changed, the pregnancy days where the care from their environment is usually there is long gone and they suddenly are deemed to “know everything” because “mothers always know what to do”.... The relationship with their partner has also changed, their “good old self” is no longer the same, there is limited if at all freedom to do as one pleases and generally speaking, nothing is the same anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another task that the new mother is faced with is the re-examination of the relationship with her own mother. Most women don’t want to turn out like their mothers, yet there are so many unconscious psychological identifications with one’s mother that sooner or later come out. The relationship with one’s own mother is one of the most pivotal and painful issues we discuss at the groups sessions. So, all the above are themes we look at closely within the group. The women-mothers or mothers-to-be, soon realise that they are not “weird” or “abnormal” or the only ones having feelings of difficulty or anxiety and this immediately leads to psychological relief. So the groups help women lighten the load through sharing and through realising their unconscious (i.e automated and not-realised motives all of us have) aspects that in the end sabotage her relationship with herself and her child. The biggest mistakes happen with the best of intentions. The women participating in the groups are encouraged to face their self with honesty and courage, setting a healthy base for their new life with their child and family.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">In our times, many women read, ask and get information from experts regarding the care of their children. Why then as mothers do we feel guilt so often?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As I mentioned previously, most mothers “breathe” anxiety. The "expert following" relieves them from the pressure of “knowing” what to do. The downside of this is that most mothers are “childified” i.e regress to the state of a child who is passive and asks to be told. They typically ask 2-3 experts, they get confused and in the end feel passive and dependent. So the guilt remains as the woman has not gone into the trouble of thinking and psychically working as a mother, being able to withstand the tension, get the information and judge for herself. In short, in order to become a “confident mother” (as confident as a mother can get!), she needs to see herself as a woman-mother and not as a child-mother. That means independent thinking, understanding your guilt, filtering and processing the expert information. All these are not automatic, but constitute rather a process. <b>A mother is made</b>, in my opinion, and she needs help in this process.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">How can a modern woman deal with her new role, her work and keep some time for herself? What does she have to leave behind in order to do everything within the limits of 24 hour day?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is different for every woman. I want to make again clear that in order for a woman to feel at ease with her new self, time is needed. It is something a new mother can achieve gradually, using this time to observe herself, put things into perspective and then into practice. It is indeed very hard for a woman to be a mother, a wife, a friend, a professional, a sister, a daughter or her self! A 24 hour day cannot be stretched and seems very small. However, I firmly believe both from my professional and my personal experience that if she starts to feel balanced inside even in a small way, then she can figure out a way to get some time for herself. For example, if she succeeds in feeling less guilty when she leaves her child, she can schedule some time to get a treatment or meet a friend, this in turn renews her energy and she can come back to her child feeling better and thus able to give more. All our relationships are important during this time, because they make us who we are. If we stop being in touch with our selves and get lost in motherhood, then what message do we give our child? I need to remind you at this point that for a very long time, the mother constitutes the bridge with the outer world for her child. I am letting you figure out the consequences of isolation....</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do fathers want to join the group?</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It occurs sometimes that the fathers feel a bit “jealous” in a sense of wanting to participate- and I can’t blame them. They too have their own anxieties and worries. However the groups are women-only as this allows for freer expression and different dynamics in the group. However, your question pinpoints to an important need for the fathers to be heard. I should maybe take it under consideration and form a group for fathers.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Could you give us some more information regarding the logistics of the group?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes. The groups are closed and are done in series. That means that the members in the group start together and finish together. The groups last approximately for 8 sessions (around 2 months) and meet on weekly basis for 1.5 -2 hours. This period of time is in my experience the bare minimum as women need more time to work through some issues. Some groups may last just 8 sessions, some others more. There is a clause however that the initial commitment of a member is for those 8 sessions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We do have a specific agenda to work with, but the order or the time spent on each theme differs. Each group of women is unique and I treat it as such. The agenda is more or less the following:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">MOTHERHOOD AND SYMBOLISM (Idealised Motherhood)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">DIFFICULT FEELINGS OF THE MOTHER</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">RELATIONSHIP WITH OUR OWN MOTHERS</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">SEXUALITY AND THE BODY (Breasfeeding, Weight)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">MOTHERHOOD AND THE COUPLE</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">THE NEW SELF ( Transition, Changes, Aspirations, Work)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My basic aim is to really get things going and encourage the women to open up, to be heard, to share and ultimately understand their self.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Going back to the practicalities, each group has a maximum of 7 people in order to have enough time and space for everyone to speak. For more information email: deconstructingmummy@gmail.com</span></div>
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</div>Deconstructed Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494770290519913013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160035130288058615.post-37593924312934748552012-02-27T14:48:00.000+00:002012-02-27T14:48:43.630+00:00A Corpse in the Playground<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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sounds eerie, but that’s exactly how I felt the other day when I took my child
to the playground. I drag the buggy and along with it myself, I place my toddler
on the swing and look around. All the women (mothers) around me look like me,
moving corpses.... I hear someone talking
about her sleeplessness to a neighbour mother who in turn is looking to the void moving
a rattle rhythmically soothing herself to sleep rather than her newborn lying
in the buggy in front of her. Putting my
own tiredness aside I find the scene quite amusing, almost Almodovar-like. This
somehow wakes me up and I actually start interacting with my son. I laugh with
him, grab his toes as he is swinging, relax and enjoy myself, bathing in his
laughter. I am having fun in the here-and-now. I stop being the moving
corpse-who-does everything-and-is-pissed off, and I don’t feel like I am 1000
puzzle pieces roughly put together in a “value pack” along with some brain
cells in hibernating mode. Come to think
of it I am kinder to my laptop sometimes than to my own brain...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I start
talking to a grandmother nearby (she looks much better than the majority of the
mothers in the playground) and I share my gothic viewpoint about mums and
corpses. She smiles and tells me, “well, you hadn’t realised that women carry most of the burden? In my time, things were
more clear cut, most of you women work now, you should give yourselves a break.
You can’t do everything.” I instantly feel relieved. She is right. But couldn’t
I have thought that on my own, it is so simple. Yeah right, lost in our
complicated thinking, us women forget to just be simple sometimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Having said
that though, I will now turn my thinking
to more “psychological” pathways. I put my son in his buggy and continue our
stroll. I start my free association (flowing thinking- Freud). Playground,
playground love – the song by Air from the film Virgin Suicides, it goes like
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<span lang="EN-GB"> “... and you’re my favourite flavour<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Love is
all, all my soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">You’re my
playground love”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Then I
think about watermelon bubble gum ( I forgot to tell you, flowing thinking can get
weird as you leave your mind free to wander) and then I get it. I just do. The reason we all feel like corpses in the
playground is not because there is shortage of time but because there is PLAY
shortage in our everyday reality (GROUND). I then start to think how a
playground is a space that has a safety fence. It is a space with boundaries.
D.W Winnicott (psychoanalyst and paediatrician) talked about the transitional
object and about the transitional space. A child’s transitional object is
his/her favourite blanket or stuffed toy, the one they can’t do without. They
carry it everywhere and don’t want to part with it as basically it is a
tangible object (that is related to the mother and her caring function) that
will help them to their transition from tangible world to the symbolic
(symbolic representation of mother). The transitional space (and I want to
focus your attention here) is an internal space within us that allows for
well... transitions to take place. In simple words, a place inside us where we
try out new ideas, behaviours, feelings etc. It is the space that the
impossible becomes possible, our psyche gets to experiment and try, imagine and
most importantly, play. I wonder, wouldn’t it be a grand idea to use this “transitional
space” as a playground for our Self? To play with an idea no matter how wild or
stupid, to let our mischief rule for a while forgetting about troubles,
responsibility, finances, the dishes, the crying baby and the jeans that don’t fit?
We should play more. Definitely . Without guilt, Without deadlines. Without
fear. Play with a lot of passion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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