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As if…

Years ago, I spotted a Maxine or Cathy cartoon where the main character (Cathy or Maxine) was slumped dramtically on the couch, perhaps there was something like chocolate just out of reach, and the caption read, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”  I think I am Cathy. Or Maxine.  And I bet a lot of you identify with me. 

Yesterday, a good friend and I took our boys on a field trip.  The field trip involved some driving time and so we had an opportunity to just let conversation unravel (when does that happen?) and take us wherever our (my) sometimes non-sequitor thoughts wanted to go.  And I finally placed my hand on the pulse point of something. 

First, some background…

A few weeks ago, I was on the phone with a woman who was asking me to speak at an event.  Sure, I said, and we went through all the details.  As we went to get off the phone, I said, “Thank you, David.”  Now, do any of you know any women named David?  Me neither.  I apologized all over myself and all I could think of as we were getting off the phone was, “I bet that gave her a lot of confidence about having me speak at her conference.” 

A few days later, I was talking to a woman that I don’t really know about African hair.  She was asking what we do for Happy’s hair and telling me that her friend who had adopted a child from Ethiopia was having a hard time finding a barber.  We have a friend who has adopted an Ethiopian boy who lives in their city, and they, too, had a hard time finding a barber but, finally, did.  I mentioned that I would be happy to help link the two families up as her friend might finally be able to find a bartender.  Yep, you read that right.  I suggested a bartender for that woman’s problems and not a barber.    

I’ve never been flakey and yet… the tiredness I feel since becoming a mom is unlike anything I’ve ever known.  While I love being Happy’s mom (because, seriously, how could I not), I do miss the effervescene, spirit, pluck, efficiency, focus, generosity, thoughtfulness that I once had.  Especially because those traits weren’t just ones that I enjoyed, they were ones that I felt really defined who I was, how I was in the world. 

Fairly often, I get an email inviting me to do something.  Half the time, it’s something I want to do, I feel called to do.  Half the time, it’s not.  When it’s not, it’s not so hard to say no.  I mean, I have a finite amount of time available and already can’t do what I want in it, how can I say yes to something that I don’t want to do.  You all know this situation, too.  But when it’s something I want to do, I struggle.  Because I want to do it, I feel called to do it, it’s something that jives with who I am as a person.  And so I say yes.  And then, often, the night before, I think, “Why did I get myself into this…” and that’s the tiredness talking.  Because they next day, I do it, and I love it and, just for a moment, I see a glimmer of the girl I used to be.  And I am so happy to see her, to see a shade of myself, that I almost want to cry in joy, relief, and maybe a little sadness, too.  And I am so happy to have had a moment where I could most be the person that I want to be.   

As my friend, Jen, and I were driving down the road on our field trip, I said, “I want to be the woman after the event who is excited and happy that she did it, not the one the day before that is dreading why she signed up.”   

Sometimes, I wonder if a week at some spa with early bedtimes, late wake-up times and loads of self-care would solve the problem, would bring me back to myself.  But I think all that would happen is that I would return home to my life of working at home while raising a child at home and the depletion would just return.  I thought that going vegetarian might help, but not really in any dramatic way.  I think it just is what it is for the duration, ya know.  It’s a new normal that I have to adapt to, that so many of us have had to adapt to over generations. 

Earlier in our drive, Jen and I had talked a little about Beautiful You and some of the exercises in it.  She asked if I do them now.  And some I do and some I don’t– but many of them I have had to do over time to get to where I am in terms of understanding that my body’s appearance doesn’t define me.  But, over the years, I have so confidently come to understand that the person within defines me and now, with the exhaustion and with the busy-ness, I am not quite certain about this person within.  When Jen asked me about using the Beautiful You premises, I was reminded of what I need to do to cure what ails me internally.  I want that spark back.  I need that spark back.  And, sometimes, just acting “As If” can get you there.  So today, tomorrow, next week, next month, I am acting as if.  As if I already have all the energy I need.  As if I already have all the rest I need.  As if the personality that used to come effortlessly to me still does.  Because the only way I can get it back is to be it.  I have decided that instead of missing the woman I used to be, I am just going to be her. 

How about you?  Any ways that you are acting as if these days?

July 30, 2010 at 7:44 am 4 comments

Beach Bits

 

Ah, the beach.  Overall, it was a really great trip.  When Happy first saw the ocean this year (remember, he was an instant fan of the ocean last week and crawled right into crashing waves), he cried.  It took about an hour of playing in the sand with his back to the ocean before he was willing to discuss going down and checking out high tide.  But he did, and then exhibited a healthy sense of awe and fear of the water for the rest fo the week.  He was hesitant enough to not run in (and this kid runs into EVERYTHING- check out that sprint on the beach on one of our early morning walks) but excited enough to always grab our hand and pull us down to go with him.  He loved jumping waves, splashing into tidal pools, being pulled around in this little blow-up boat, and chasing the birds (fortunately, he never realized that he could feed the birds from his snack because birds totally freak BF out). We were there with friends and he was very much into the big kids– opting for them first and only reverting to us if a big kid wasn’t up for having a toddler tag along.

I didn’t get a lot of pictures this year compared to last year for a few reasons.  A.  I have had such bad luck with cameras in dry, indoor spaces, that I had a lot of hesitation about taking a camera outdoors for long periods of time.  Call me shell-shocked.  B.  Using a camera I wasn’t familiar with was really frustrating and I couldn’t figure out how to look back at the pictures that I had taken and only realized after I was home how many of them were not focused.  C.  The humidity (and, holy cow, could it have been any more miserable in North Carolina last week?) steamed the camera up so often that it was near impossible to get a non-foggy shot.  So here are the four best shots of the week.  I took about 50 shots one morning on the beach for a birthday picture for the babe and 45 of them are just a white haze.  Oh well.  What can you do but covet an SLR camera that you really have no business owning because you drop cameras and let toddlers pour water on them?             

One last thing: check out that last picture.  Isn’t the scar healing great?  You can barely tell that Happy fought the door and the door won.  Big ups to the ER doc who had done the plastic surgery fellowship.

July 28, 2010 at 9:08 pm 2 comments

The whole shebang!

So one of the very fun things that happened while I was at the beach was that my publisher sent me the whole book jacket to take a peek at and it’s just beautiful.  Supposedly, I can insert a pdf document onto this blog for you to see but I can’t figure it out so here’s the link for you to check it out if you are so inclined:  beautiful you full cover2

I sent the designer a big, effusive thank you note because, seriously, how great is that cover? 

I started working on the book trailer for Beautiful You and I think I am actually going to be able to figure out how to use Windows Movie Maker.  There’s still time to be a part of the trailer.  Here’s the information you need to become a video star! 

In other whole shebang news, I have now graduated up to having a presence on Twitter and Facebook.  Because I can barely put a phone number in my cell phone, this is astounding news.  But I am not going all hightech– my paper calendar and mechanical pencil are still keeping my days straight for me.

July 27, 2010 at 8:22 pm Leave a comment

Woman to Woman

My friend and fellow writer, Patrice Gaines, teaches a monthly workshop at a jail in Charlotte.  Convinced that words have a healing power, Patrice has started a project called 30 Letters for 30 Sisters.  She is asking women of all ages and backgrounds to write a letter to a sister in prison and to send that letter to Patrice via email (brnangel50@bellsouth.net).  Her vision is to give each woman in her workshop a letter each time she goes for the monthly workshp (so please spread the word about this opportunity, too).  Won’t you sit down for a minute right now and craft a letter to another woman?  You can begin the letter Dear Sister or any way that suits you and sign off with just your first name (or no name at all), if you like.  Patrice asks for letters to be no longer than 2 pages but less than a page is just fine, too.  Mostly, Patrice just wants to offer these women encouragement and to let them know that someone has thought of them and that they are part of a larger community.  I just wrote a letter and included a quote that I really love that I thought would be encouraging right now for the recipient.  I hope you’ll take the time to write one, too, and send it Patrice’s way.  Thanks so much for considering!

July 26, 2010 at 7:39 pm Leave a comment

Beach Post-Mortem

The annual trek to the beach has been completed.  And here is my question?  Why, oh why, is returning from vacation so, so stressful?  It doesn’t help that we returned on Sunday, so the hours we have to process mail, read seven days of newspaper, clean out email, do five loads of laundry, unpack, etc are just so, so few.  So, this today, will be a fast little wrap-up, let’s call it a beach post mortem, and then come Tuesday, we’ll return to our regularly programmed blogging.

 5 books read:  Girl with a Dragon Tattoo, The One that I Want, Red Hook Road, The Opposite of Love, and I Do Not Come to You By Chance.  All great reads.

1 camera preserved.  I did not destroy my parents’ camera while on vacation.  My parents will be the most impressed by this revelation because they know me as “the accident looking for a place to happen.” 

1,000 hives.  My arms and shoulders are covered in hives.  I have a predisposition for hives when heat and sun-exposed.  Totally forgot to pack the plethora of prescription of allergy medicine that I can take to battle them so the battle is beginning today.  If you run into me in the next few days and I seem catatonic, it is from the massive amounts of anti-histamine I am taking.

5,000 waves jumped.  When Happy first saw the ocean this time around, he cried.  An hour later, we were jumping waves.  He had just enough of a sense of fear not to plunge in without us, but enough of a sense of adventure to demand that we go in with him. 

1/4 an ice cream cone consumed.  Happy consumed the rest.  Literally took mine from me after finishing his (well, his cone came to an abrupt end with a drop) and gripped on with both hands so I could get nowhere near it. I love ice cream.  This was a grave miscarriage of justice. 

10.  The number of times we watched the beginning of Shrek today on the drive home.  My parents treated Happy (and us) to a travel DVD player for the long trip to the ocean and we put in Shrek.  Happy’s obsessed with Donkey and also with hitting buttons.  We restarted Shrek multiple times but only got to the end twice (which is a shame since there is nothing cuter than watching Happy sing I am a Believer at the end of Shrek). 

more soon…

July 25, 2010 at 3:58 pm Leave a comment

Blurbs

Blurbs.  You’ve noticed them.  Maybe they’ve even inspired you to buy a book.  They are those quotes on the back of book jackets or inside flaps that tell you what other people– usually writers who maybe tackle the same sort of subjects– thought of the book. 

Well, the first two blurbs have arrived for Beautiful You and here they are: 

As I read Rosie Molinary’s Beautiful You: A Daily Guide to Radical Self-Acceptance, I found myself marking the pages that contained body image wisdom that really resonated with me. Guess what? By the time the book was finished, I’d marked more than half the pages! Molinary has done a fabulous job of offering practical and doable advice to help women see — and appreciate — themselves in a whole new way, and to realize that a healthy body image is about so much more than what we think we see in the mirror. I’m giving this book my ultimate seal of approval — I’m handing it off to my 14-year-old daughter.   — Dara Chadwick, Author, You’d Be So Pretty If: Teaching Our Daughters to Love Their Bodies — Even When We Don’t Love Our Own

Women are sick of the same tired, stale body image advice. Don’t tell us to ‘Slick on some sexy red lipstick’ or ‘Spend a day at the spa’ – we need real, functional tips that can help us break out of a bad body image day. Rosie Molinary answers our call in Beautiful You.  Her ideas are inspired, creative, and totally doable, with many carrying a trickle-down effect to the younger generation of girls. With the first day of reading it, my copy was thoroughly dog-eared and I can’t wait to employ Tip #39 this January, when I ask my husband and best friend to write a body image-based New Year’s resolution for me.  – Leslie Goldman, Author, Locker Room Diaries: The Naked Truth About Women, Body Image, and Re-imagining the “Perfect” Body (Da Capo, 2007)

 How exciting!  I usually forget that I am figuratively ‘pregnant’ with this book and that it will soon be ‘due.’  And so little moments where my publisher emails me to say, “here’s a blurb” or my publicist says, “Let’s get your launch party scheduled” (could this be the literary equivalent of a baby shower?) seem almost surreal– as if I am talking about some other life that I am not living because the life I am living involves dirty diapers, a dog who acts like a diva, water loss (the water line went out last week.  We went two days without water.  Seems the decades old water lines are giving up on us), and other insanity.  But dates are starting to be scheduled (New York and Miami, here I come) and maybe soon it will feel more real.  If you are from around these parts, put October 9th in your calendar.  More information soon in hopes that you can come to my book baby shower (and because it’s me after all, there’s s fair chance that cupcakes will be involved).

July 20, 2010 at 7:22 pm 2 comments

First, do no harm

I was asked recently what I thought the best body-loving advice was. 

Doesn’t this person know me at all, I thought.  I can’t boil it down to just one soundbite.

And then I did.

First, do no harm. 

Just for today, I want us all to imbed this mantra in our head.  First, do no harm- to ourselves, physically or emotionally. 

If we can start by just stopping the abuse we hand out– abuse that looks like too little sleep, too much berating, “constructive” criticism, too much sugar, too little food, inactivity, too much activity, add other offenses here– we will have made a significant step. 

So, what’s the harm you are not dishing out today?  And what is your best body-loving advice?

July 18, 2010 at 7:16 pm Leave a comment

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What does it mean to be beautiful in America? For years, pop culture has insisted that beautiful women are tall, thin, and blonde. So what do you do if your mirror reflects olive skin, raven hair, and a short build? Hijas Americanas: Beauty, Body Image, and Growing Up Latina offers a provocative account of the struggles and triumphs of Latina forced to reconcile these conflicting realities. Rosie Molinary combines her own experience with the voices of hundreds of Latinas who grew up in the US navigating issues of gender, image, and sexuality. This empathetic ethnography exemplifies the ways in which our experiences are both profoundly individualistic and comfortingly universal.
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