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2245009Motherhoodhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/motherhood/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1882385/eec4eb82-7cde-475d-80f9-b427680fe4a0.jpg?v=638342117099100000184184MXNHear Our Voice LLCInStock/Ebooks/<p>When Dominique Snedeker left her Air Force career destined instead for marriage and family, she had no idea that transitioning from a professional to stay-at-home mom would be so difficult. A life-long dream, raising babies all day, every-day, was a challenge, but admitting this felt like shed let herself, her children, her grandmothers, the world-her own ideals down. To process this disillusionment, she turned to writing. Those midnight and stolen-moment typings birthed this collection of poetry, an ode perhaps, to motherhood.</p><p><em>Motherhood: The Crucible of Love</em> explores the post-partum journey of self-rediscovery, the existential crisis every parent faces when suddenly life is no longer theirs. But parenting arouses instinctual love, a love that overwhelms, a love powerful enough to refine. Walk through this catharsis of honesty to find yourself remade in the furnace, in the heat, in the crucible we call love.</p><p><em>Becoming a mother-the breaking</em></p><p><em>Becoming the woman-a remaking</em></p><p>Standing at the mirror</p><p>Hair askew and tank stretched and spotted</p><p>With who knows what</p><p>I see nothing but blurry lines</p><p>And eyes I do not know.</p><p>The shock startles me and I wonder:</p><p><em>Where is the mother in the woman?</em></p><p><em>Where is the woman in the mother?</em></p><p>The question surprises me and I</p><p>Bump my head as I stare</p><p>Into unknown eyes, exploring</p><p>A woman Ive forgotten</p><p>Or traded</p><p>For those sleepers flopped</p><p>Like puppies in bed.</p><p>The woman before the breaking</p><p>Must have been me.</p><p>I cant remember now</p><p>What solitude and papercuts</p><p>Feel like. But the paci on the sink</p><p>Warms my heart-</p><p>Little Eyes and fingers and toes</p><p>Flood my body with warmth</p><p>And a gummy smile with</p><p>One, two, what eight? little teeth</p><p>Makes my chest tight.</p><p>The mother is here.</p><p>And somewhere,</p><p>So is the woman.</p>...2069183Motherhood184184https://www.gandhi.com.mx/motherhood/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1882385/eec4eb82-7cde-475d-80f9-b427680fe4a0.jpg?v=638342117099100000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20229798985309867_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9798985309867_<p>When Dominique Snedeker left her Air Force career destined instead for marriage and family, she had no idea that transitioning from a professional to stay-at-home mom would be so difficult. A life-long dream, raising babies all day, every-day, was a challenge, but admitting this felt like shed let herself, her children, her grandmothers, the world-her own ideals down. To process this disillusionment, she turned to writing. Those midnight and stolen-moment typings birthed this collection of poetry, an ode perhaps, to motherhood.</p><p><em>Motherhood: The Crucible of Love</em> explores the post-partum journey of self-rediscovery, the existential crisis every parent faces when suddenly life is no longer theirs. But parenting arouses instinctual love, a love that overwhelms, a love powerful enough to refine. Walk through this catharsis of honesty to find yourself remade in the furnace, in the heat, in the crucible we call love.</p><p><em>Becoming a mother-the breaking</em></p><p><em>Becoming the woman-a remaking</em></p><p>Standing at the mirror</p><p>Hair askew and tank stretched and spotted</p><p>With who knows what</p><p>I see nothing but blurry lines</p><p>And eyes I do not know.</p><p>The shock startles me and I wonder:</p><p><em>Where is the mother in the woman?</em></p><p><em>Where is the woman in the mother?</em></p><p>The question surprises me and I</p><p>Bump my head as I stare</p><p>Into unknown eyes, exploring</p><p>A woman Ive forgotten</p><p>Or traded</p><p>For those sleepers flopped</p><p>Like puppies in bed.</p><p>The woman before the breaking</p><p>Must have been me.</p><p>I cant remember now</p><p>What solitude and papercuts</p><p>Feel like. But the paci on the sink</p><p>Warms my heart-</p><p>Little Eyes and fingers and toes</p><p>Flood my body with warmth</p><p>And a gummy smile with</p><p>One, two, what eight? little teeth</p><p>Makes my chest tight.</p><p>The mother is here.</p><p>And somewhere,</p><p>So is the woman.</p>9798985309867_Hear Our Voice LLClibro_electonico_ee5c7eb6-5a58-3c77-8532-16442e88a549_9798985309867;9798985309867_9798985309867Dominique MInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/ingram30-epub-bbd7a212-41ab-4e1d-8ba4-c9e791e55552.epub2022-04-01T00:00:00+00:00Hear Our Voice LLC