Your Mommy Asana self-portraits

In short, you all kick ass.

This week I’ve been mulling over empty Ergos, watery brinks, and CPR. The photo challenge was to mull over your week and pick a fitting symbol to work into your self-portrait.

Here’s what you were symbolically and literally experiencing last week:


An invisible baby seems fitting for my symbol this week…

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All the trappings of low supply: beer, dom peridone, herbs, barley water, lactation cookies, figs and a supplemental nursing system filled with donor breastmilk! Not featured: supportive wife.

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This next one was shared with the simple caption, “One more to ponder.”


Indeed. Talk about a metaphorical playground. I keep thinking of these 3. Poised together at the watery edge.

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I’m a violin maker.
Oh, wait. Nope, I’m a mom.

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It’s all about time and timing for me–the watch, the clock, and two calendars are all symbols of how much I’m waiting for things out of my control right now.

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Baby got your tongue?

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Life with infant, days before returning to work. Both restful and stressful, precious and tedious. And then there’s that book I’m not reading, representative of the many little things I don’t do for myself as often now with babylove in our lives.

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Lester the photographer and mommy only slightly staged. I’ve been trying to teach my kids CPR…..chest compressions, look listen and feel. You know. Not because I actually think they’ll get it. But because I performed chest compressions at work last week on a dead patient who came back to life (from meds. Chest compressions only keep the brain oxygenated while we do other things to kick start the heart.) And it’s a fascinating, wondrous, horrible, and pride producing thing to do.

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There’s more where this came from on my Facebook page. Back burners, keeping heads above water, getting lost in the laundry…


5 thoughts on “Your Mommy Asana self-portraits

    1. I sort of agree. (Thanks for sharing this Gura!)

      I definitely had the same gulf bewteen reality vs. my expectation of what having kids would be like, though my expectations didn’t involve tutus or “girly” stuff, just less hitting and fewer weapons. In fact, my image of having kids didn’t include any weapons at all.

      Posts like this always leave me smiling with recognition and also nervous, because they perpetuate the bipolar male/female divide that many of us would like to see our children bridge. Granted, I think there’s value (since I’ve done it!!) of writing about how boys are, since we all need a time and place to vent and freak out. I don’t want to shut that down. And I think there are other things at work here. I do think that there are generalizable trends about boys and girls. And I also think we need to offer an important caveat with posts like this that many boys are like this not just because they have testosterone and scrotums but because they live in a culture that supports the star-wars, fart-loving boy thing. And our boys and girls are all radically social creatures just like us and they usually follow suit. For better or for worse.

      Curious to hear other thoughts on this, for those of you who stumble on this thread…

      1. Stereotypical, yes. But stereotypes are such for some valid reasons. There is often a lump of truth to such proclamations.

        The women reading this who have found a good man, celebrate it. I know you went through a lot of frogs to find a prince.

        Females will never have an understanding what it’s like to live among them when males are in their own segregated culture as men don’t know or see how females interact.

        Women certainly know of a lot of male peculiarities but as a male trying to coexist with my brothers, it hasn’t been easy. Being a curious, shy gay boy didn’t help my situation at all.

        I know I certainly wasn’t that type of gun loving/hitting boy which is one of the reasons I have had a lifetime of difficulty being around most males. Too much, too predictable.

        I have witnessed some major mainstream shifts toward more well behaved, gentle and accepting males. In several ways it is a good time to be a young man in this country.
        Don’t know how much any reader of this has traveled out of the country but there are many areas on the planet where males are truly civilized….and a lot where they aren’t.
        Yes, we are born as a testosterone factory but one’s culture and environment quickly teach what’s acceptable and expected….for good or not.

        Thank goodness I seemed to be fortunate at last in living in a wonderfully welcoming area where men are truly sweet, open, smart and friendly….the Eureka/Arcata/McKinleyville area. I’m sure there are other places but I have never encountered the positive, life enhancing day to day existence such as here.
        Must be something in the water….or lifestyle of this culture. You can’t say it’s the pot because not everyone smokes nor others staying high all the time.

        As an elder gay man, I do ponder the concept of how different my life might have been if I had been up while still in my prime….and the testosterone was flowing.

        It says a lot about me when I state that throughout my life women have always been my friends/companions/supporters while I found most males to be a real pain in the ass trying to coexist with them…..but that’s just me.

        Currently there are two young boys living across the street. Even at their ages (5&6) they are a chore to be around some days.
        Sure, it has something to do with their single mom home life but they seem hell-bent on breaking or hitting everything in sight. I do what I can to temper all that while exposing them to a lot more of what life offers.
        There are also some girls living nearby. It’s jaw dropping to see how each gender plays, shares, problem solves and relate to one another.
        The girls cooperate, harmonize, share and support one another without the boys around.
        The boys on their own….well, they just want to keep moving at high speed while competing about almost everything….and they don’t share well. The boys seem to always try to be a ‘winner’ while frequently the girls just work toward getting any situation resolved through cooperation.
        I have watched them in gender separate groups and then when they are all together.

        As I said at the beginning….stereotypes have at least some truth to them.

        The kids must like me and how I interact with them because they frequently knock on my door wanting to know if I can come out to play. I love it.

        Here’s some humorous insight as to how males, even young ones, interact and perceive their world.

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