04 mar 2005
Milk Mind
by Kate
Someone asks me how my weekend was. This
is on a Tuesday. I think to myself "Weekend,
weekend, weekend...." and
come up completely blank. I then decide
to really concentrate and answer this benign
question—blank. Then I try to release
and relax and let the memory return to
me effortlessly—blank.
Some call it spaced
out. Some call it 'so dull of a weekend
it was not worth remembering' (not!). I call it Milk
Mind.
Somehow the breast milk first goes
churning through my brain and captures
all the "stuff" that most likely
doesn't matter (like ambition, the ability
to think sequentially, details of last
weekend....)
It then gets sucked out of me and very
shortly gets pooped out of my baby's body.
Ambition
filled diaper, free and easy brain...ah
the bliss of Motherhood—
—FROM KATE
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