Archive for the ‘Mothers’ Category

Caww Cawww

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

Did you know crows are a lot like humans in how they socialize with one another? According to the Humane Society,

Offspring spend up to six years with their parents, helping to care for subsequent nestlings and learning parenting skills. Most crows do not survive past the first year of life. Those who do survive often live 17 years or more. (The oldest known wild American crow was 29 years old.) [This is the equivalent of human youth staying with their parents through their teens and longer!] The groups of crows in your backyard are extended families, usually numbering six to nine, which gather into larger groups to roost, a practice that protects them from predators.

Illustration by Honor C. Appleton from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen 1926

So, it makes sense that crows are so protective, cawwing and swooping when you come near their family members or that they remember when you were standing by a crow that died or if you harm or threaten a crow. It makes sense why a mother crow would seem absolutely crazy flying straight towards you despite your ability to harm her—just to protect her young.

I say to the mother crow, good for you, fearlessly love them while you can!

I feel crow-like this week, this month, this year, this life. I feel fiercely protective and unable to resist the urgent rise of worry that forms as inherently in me as breath. And I am swooping, hovering, and crazed in my attempts to keep you safe. I’m tired but never too tired. Never too tired but sometimes alone. Perhaps I’ll tell it to the crow…maybe they can understand.

A Nameless Woman

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

As we were taking photographs in the cemetary the other day we came across a sad grave from 1910:

It appears the baby, Kathryn Trow, only lived 18 days. This is sad in and of itself but then the nameless mother was buried at her feet or vice versa without any recognition at all. This woman will forever be unknown, forgotten deceased mother of a deceased baby. This makes me think of all the forgotten women, all the women who die(d) in childbirth. All the women locked up in insane asylums because they misbehaved or refused to follow the directions of a man. All the women who spend their whole lives devoted to children and never receive acknowledgement, let alone a thank you.

To all the forgotten women, I want to say thank you, and I think of you. And for Kathryn Trow’s mother… you are not forgotten. I will write a story about you, give you a life, a name, a story. And even if it is not true, it will be something to call your own.