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Copyright 2007 [Jen Lawrence]

September 24, 2007

This and that

Andrea Gordon has a fantastic piece on The Politics of Breastfeeding in today's Toronto Star (and yes, I'm quoted). It's a hot topic these days and it was nice to see a balanced look at the issue.

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Today I attended the open house for Humewood House to celebrate their recent renovation. The space is light and airy and don't even get me started on how delicious the babies look. I hear that some A-list designers are going to be redesigning one of the lounges in the new year. I wasn't able to stay for the launch of the Association for Research on Mothering's Young Mothers Journal that includes pieces from the young mothers in the Humewood community. Humewood always has opportunities for volunteers -- currently they are looking for painters to freshen up the non-renovated areas, mentors to work with young mothers, relief reception and daycare helpers. Current fundraising efforts include the Hearts Helping Humewood Team at the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon (September 30) and the Let's Play Hollywood Gala on February 21. They are always looking for donations of new or gently used items for the babies and mothers (clothes, toys, toiletries -- no items like cribs, carseats, safety gear or strollers, however) and formula and diapers (newborn to 1 year) are always in high demand. They also run a program to help fill the wish list of client families at Christmas. It's a wonderful organization and needs the community's continued support.    




March 25, 2007

Mine eyes are dim

Well, we have all but survived March break. Only one more day to go.

Thank god.

The first week was OK but the second week dragged. The weather was rainy and hubby was out of town and The Dude and I had come down with a weird sinus thing. Baby Girl and The Dude decided to abandon their normally very good sleep habits; while The Dude just yelled for more milk, Baby Girl went all rock star on me and trashed her room.

Fun!

I got hit by a car in Yorkville (I was walking and was more surprised than anything, but still...) and we had a diaper bag stolen out of our car when it was parked behind our house (the police (our neighbours saw it happen and called the cops) found the bag about 15 houses away and at least the thief had the courtesy to simply set it down in a clean, dry place once he realized that some pull ups, baby mum mums and an extra change of clothes don't have a high street value.)

As I said, fun.

But I'd have to say the highlight was Thursday's trip to the eye doctor. I thought the The Dude and I would be ten minutes and Baby Girl perhaps a little longer because of the weakness in her left eye. Then we'd hit the mall and have lunch with Grandma who was riding shotgun. Instead, both kids were in for about five minutes apiece and I was in for the better part of two hours.

I have not gone to the eye doctor since I was pregnant with Baby Girl. I simply reordered my contacts form one of those internet places. I could see to read, see to watch DVDs and see to drive. My Lafont Emoi frames were still very much in fashion (thank you, oh forward thinking Yorkville eyeglasses salesman. And frankly, since eye exams have not been covered by our so-called universal healthcare in Ontario since 2004, I figured it just wasn't that important to go. I mean, if people between the ages of 20 and 64 are at risk for eye problems, it would be covered by the healthcare plan, right?

Wrong.

Turns out that since my last eye exam, I have developed Pigment Disperson Syndrome. It has no real symptoms and in 30% of cases leads to glaucoma -- a leading cause of blindness. Now, I will go to the eye doctor to have my eye pressure measured and if I develop glaucoma at some point, I can receive fairly simple treatment before there is any loss of vision. And since I now have an eye "problem", subsequent visits will be OHIP covered. So, it's all good for me.

But the going rate for an eye exam now seems to be about $150 (the fee is not regulated so optometrists can change whatever the market will accept). And for a lot of people without private medical plans, that might be too expensive. It is quite feasible that someone with the same pigment thing I have could end up with symtomless glaucoma and then irreversible vision loss -- only to discover that something as simple as eye drops could have saved their sight.

This sort of thing frustrates me to no end. Personally, I have benefited greatly from Canada's health care system. Part of the fertility treatment I received was covered by OHIP (not the fertility part specifically but some of the diagnostic stuff). My awesome perinatal psychiatrist -- who after the birth of Baby Girl I saw very regularly -- was OHIP covered. Once a week a physiotherapist comes to our house to work with The Dude -- OHIP covered. Fabulous, fabulous services.

But this eye exam thing is silly. Ditto for basic dentistry. These are two areas where routine maintenance can stave off major (read: expensive) problems that the patient  -- and OHIP! -- will have to deal with at some later date.

So. If you can afford it, book an eye appointment today. If you can't, it sounds like one can still swing an eye exam if your physician gives you a referral. The OHIP web site states: "Patients should discuss this with their primary health care provider. A requisition will be provided where appropriate for an OHIP covered eye examination. A requisition is valid for up to five years." I have no idea how long one has to wait for one of these OHIP covered eye exams and if anyone has any experience with this, I'd love to know.

And now I'm going to look at some pretty, pretty things, and be very thankful for the gift of sight.

November 06, 2006

Andi Buchanan's ARM Speech

Andi Buchanan has posted her ARM speech on The Escalation of Cool, about the current trend to embrace our inner "bad mom". Here is an excerpt:

I believe that mothers need the right to tell the truth, and to have a voice, and to speak about the kinds of things that are sometimes unspeakable. And yet, we are also mothers -- which means we are not entirely free to have a selfish, non-boring existence (at least not all the time). We are inextricably linked to the human family around us, and in fact what many of us struggle with is exactly how to accomodate our real need for personal introspection and growth and experience when our role as mothers so often requires us to put aside our personal needs, and put ourselves in the service of the smaller, younger people who depend on us almost completely.

I (of course) throw in my own two cents in the comments field: "Sadly people seem to think that just because we have declared the "good mother" to be a bad thing, that automatically means that the "bad mother" is a good thing. And, as you say, that would be all well and good if it weren't for the fact that our children require us to be something else. . . Bad isn't the new good, bad is simply the new black. It's a fashion statement, not a political one. Hopefully the spring collections will usher in something new."


November 01, 2006

Motherlode Debrief Part 2

I have finally had a chance to recover from the ARM conference. It was hard to wind down after such a great four days. While I deeply enjoyed the sessions I attended, I loved simply having the opportunity to hang out with some really great women. I mean, how cool is having lunch sitting across from Faulkner Fox, a woman whose presentation two years ago at the ARM conference still speaks to me. Or finding out that Joanne S. Frye has read some of my work over at Literary Mama. Or having the chance to eat fabulous Thai food with the original MojoMom, Amy Tiemann. Or getting to spend some quality time with Andrea Gordon (who interviewed me a while back for a piece in The Star on blogging but who I'd never met in person). And, well, of course I cannot rave any more about my blogging cohorts or Andi Buchanan or my bestest bestest without sounding stalkerish. And then, I discovered on Sunday that the National Post had run a front page article on the conference in its weekend edition. Once I had tracked down a hard copy, I was thrilled to see the coverage the conference had received (and thrilled to see a gorgeous photo of the baby I fell in love with during the course of the conference who shall forever be known as The Cutest Baby in the Universe that I Am Not Legally Obligated to Take Home With Me). Oh and doubly thrilled that I was not quoted as saying anything in the Post piece that would automatically make me a candidate for The Official Shortlist of Very Silly People (I have a huge phobia about my comments being edited down to read, ". . .me . . .smiling. . .idiocy. . .tool," or some such thing.)

Then, Monday was back to reality. As it turns out, neither three year olds nor one year olds give a hoot about the patriarchy.  What three year olds are passionate about is Halloween. Baby Girl made for a very fetching princess, although whether she would don the costume for the school party was in question and for a brief moment it looked like she only wanted to wear her track suit (one of the dads in passing, jokingly asked if she was going as "Gym Girl".) In the end, she saw the amount of attention her brother was receiving (I had him wearing the hat of his Teddy Bear costume), and decided to wear the costume despite its purported "itchiness." She joined Batman, a dragon, a pirate, an elephant, a mouse, a pumpkin, two witches, two other princesses and a lizard for some Halloween fun. Last night, she made it to five houses before she got spooked by some bigger kids wearing masks. She happily handed out candy after she got back and begged us to allow her to eat some of her take. I gave in and she immediately declared the candy "yucky tasting" which is fine with me since I don't find anything yucky about minature chocolate bars. Perhaps she was simply upset that so little of it was Fair Trade...


And today, normal life resumed. The Dude had his therapy session, Baby Girl went to school, the Goddamned Dog barked for food. Normal life. But I'm being careful to ensure that the wonderful ideas generated during the conference do not simply get lost in the daily grind. For me there were lots of wonderful ideas including ways to reclaim Mothers ' Day, ways to use the marketers' and media's interest in moms to our advantage, and ways to make the mothering conversation more inclusive that need to be put into action. There were also a lot of wonderful ideas for profitable and ethical businesses that help other moms (whoa, did I just admit that such a thing is possible?). My challenge is to incorporate the takeaways from The Motherlode into everyday life so that I am focusing on these issues daily, instead of for only four intense days, every couple of years.

One of the adminstrators at my daughter's school also caught me in the hall to say that she had seen the article in the post and had read my blog. For a minute I thought that she might be about to suggest that I make other education plans for my daughter next year, but instead she asked if I might like to do a talk about it all for the parents at some future date. And I was thrilled, not because I like the sound of my own voice (gosh no, I sound like an even more annoying version of Shelly Long's character on Cheers) but because it means that people outside of the perhaps seemingly insular world of the conference care about what we were doing. And suddenly, a mothering revolution to make things easier not only for us but for our daughters and for other women around the world, seems not only possible but probable.

October 11, 2006

Dear John R. Gordner, I just wanted to let you know that you need to change your calendar. Because, um, it's 2006!!

When the fabulous Cooper Munroe from Been There approached me about posting this, I had to read her email a couple of times. "Surely, that can't be right!" I thought. "It's 2006!" Living in Canada, I often assume that because we have the same stores and shows as our friends to the south, we also have the same laws when it comes to employment and one's status as a mom. I urge you to read this and then to sign the petition (Canadians are welcome to sign):

Since BlogHer, I have been working with Joan Blades (co-founder of MoveOn.org) and others at MomsRising.org, as well as women in Pennsylvania to help get legislation passed (it has been stalled in the state house and senate -- for 6 years!) that would make this practice illegal.

I wrote an article about it that ran today in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, please read it if you get a chance, it explains the problem.

Anyway, if Pennsylvania can do this, it means so much to moms everywhere, and could create momentum for many critical issues involving moms and families, and on this type of discrimination. PA could start a chain reaction, and we need to drum up some noise. www.Momsrising.org has create a web page for this, and we have been blogging over there too. www.momsrising.org/pa We have information, links to PA legislators phone/email info and a petition. You don't have to be from PA to send a message that this is important.

Anything you can do to get the word out would be awesome. So many times I talk about this people say, "I had no idea!" and that seems to be the biggest problem, the lawmakers think since no one is talking, nobody cares. We can change that pretty darn quick I would imagine.

September 16, 2006

Yay! Thoughtful debate.

OK, just when I was about to give up on the blogosphere altogether, I  am seeing some light out there. There is some thoughtful conversation going on about blogging motivation, politics, hidden agendas, social hierarchy, whether blogging is truly democratic, community building, feminism, if money compromises art or truth, and, drumroll please, democracy in Athens! When is that last time you saw this stuff discussed on The View? Honestly, the last time I was this excited about ideas was in undergrad (the MBA program does not inspire much - anybody want to argue against the theory behind Black-Sholes - anyone, anyone?)

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The posts do not necessarily agree with me but I am so pleased that some of what I wrote is inspiring reflection (otherwise I sit there and think. Hmmm. So that was two hours well spent. I guess I'll just keep writing about JCrew and my head injury and stuff).

And if you disagree with me, you can also comment here if you want. I think that there is this belief by blog readers that the only acceptable comments are ones that say "you are brilliant!" But -- and I know this will come as a huge surprise to everyone -- I don't know everything (pause until gasps subside) and would love to hear other viewpoints.  Seriously, the comments were designed to encourage real two-way conversation. So, converse, please. Just be polite and, you know, if you feel bad telling me you don't agree with what I think, just summarize your thoughts by telling me I have pretty hair (staples notwithstanding) or something.

I know it's not personal. Really. Like when I asked, over at Literary Mama, if the women behind GreenStone were selling out (and selling us out), what I was really asking was, in order to build community do we all eventually need to sell out? Because if it seems like Steinem has to underplay her feminist beliefs to sell airtime in order to bring the message she wants to bring to women, then what does that say about Susie Blogger's chances of staying untainted by advertising pressures? What I'm asking is can we challenge the current model that says that the only way to get one's voice heard is to sell advertising. Could, say, virtually free podcasts and blogs have been employed rather than the more capital-intensive radio so that the $3.1 million of start-up capital was sufficient to hire on-air talent and the advertisers could be avoided all together? And if we allow the web to go the way of other mass media outlets (corporate players are already pressuring Google to change the way their engine works so that the big guys have more clout), will we lose this special and relatively democratic tool. I'm not judging anyone's individual decision to sell ads or not sell ads, to be paid or not to be paid, I'm simply asking "is there an underlying cost?"

Really.

Challenging and questioning everything is how we can shape the building of mothering communities. By kicking around ideas and disagreeing and then coming back together to work towards a common goal, our ideas will be made stronger and not compromised by groupthink (see, I did learn something at MBA!) or quote unquote Politics (popularity, what have you - my Poly Sci classes were always really early in the mornings and I do not have the knowledge base to debate this one!). We challenge things so we don't reject good ideas because we don't like their advocate and we don't adopt weak ideas because we happen to adore their champion. It is, in many ways, an academic exercise, but one that I think can lead to great things.

Ok, that's probably it on this issue for now. Five more days until McDreamy's back and then I'll be writing about something we can all agree with...

September 15, 2006

Oh, and just one more thing

Before I set myself up as the voice of anti-consumerism (pause for a moment to let the UPS guy in with my latest shipment from J.Crew and to allow the laughter from frequent readers to subside), I just want to clarify my position on the commercialization of the blogosphere -- something that a lot of the bloggers I read (Kate, Miche, Dani, Andrea, Ann) are discussing right now (I think it's because the ARM conference is fast approaching and "what is this thing called the blogosphere" is on the brain).

For me, the issue is not do you have ads or do you not have ads. If ads work for you and you don't mind what they do to your design, I say go for it. As far as I know the ads do not have a two-way reach. It's like deciding to put an advertisement on your car -- people can choose to look or not to look, end of story. You're the one who has to drive the car.

What I object to is when there is a hidden agenda (and some might argue that there always is -- given that we are human beings and all.) When I read a blog, my assumption has always been that the blogger is writing for a few key reasons because, well, they are the same reasons I write and I guess I'm just not super-imaginative.

1) Cheap therapy. There is something that is very cathartic about writing something and then sending it "out there" even if one suspects no-one else is reading it. It is far more satisfying that, say, keeping a journal under lock and key although I'm not exactly sure why.

2) Desire for Feedback. Most bloggers have been told at some point in the lives by someone that they are decent writers. But, writing, like having a good sense of humour or being a good driver, is one of those things that I think most people assume they do well. We never really know until we put our words out there for review. So we do.

3) Validation. This is why I think a lot of mothers blog. I think that we want to make sure that what we are doing for so many hours of our week is not invisible, because as the Suave (or is it Dove?) ad says, we often feel invisible. It's sort of an I blog, therefore I am thing.

4) Building community. It can be lonely out there as a mama. My initiation to the web as support came when I was undergoing some fertility treatments. I haunted the Resolve boards and Caroline's boards and it was really a tremendous source of comfort to discover other women going through the same thing. We helped each other through the two week wait, blowing baby dust each other's way and urging each other to eat lots of pineapple. When, as a new mother, I felt that there must be something wrong with me since what I was experiencing was in no way a Hallmark Moment, the web and the blogosphere connected me to women like Andi and Marrit and Ella who were writing what I needed to read. I wanted to share my experiences with other women who might be going through the same thing as a way of saying thank you to those who had helped me.

5) A Book Deal. Make no mistake, I would love a book deal. I am working on a book (a couple of them in fact). And when they are written, I will shop and then market the heck out of them. Although it was not my original intention, there is no denying that blogging has helped me to build a "brand" (T.O. Mama, MUBAR) I can hopefully leverage at some point in the future.

6) Remuneration. Financially, I am very comfortable (even by bloated NOrth American standards) and I realize what a luxury it is to be able to say "I'm not in it for the money." It's an option a lot of women do not have and I say if they can make some income while doing something they love, power to them. That is not to say that I do not see some of my writing as a commercial endeavour, however. When I want to review a book, I tend to get a review (read: free) copy from the publisher. I received a small honorarium for taking the time to read and review the Tracy Thompson book (a book that, for the record, I would have bought and read anyway and which I have subsequently bought with my own money for a friend) and there was no editorial pressure whatsoever.  I will be receiving  a small (and when I say small, people, I mean small -- like I can maybe buy a shirt at J.Crew if I kick in a few bucks of my own) honorarium since it looks like an essay I write will be included in a to-be published anthology.  I will be doing some editorial consulting for which I will be compensated. I think that women ought to be paid fairly for the work they do (it's one of the underpinnings of feminism) and believe you me, writing is hard work.

So what has been bugging me of late about the blogosphere is not blog ads because they are what they are. What has been bugging me is what I am calling "community building with ulterior motives". Recently, I began to get a number of emails from "new readers" saying "wow, your writing really spoke to me" and then there would be a link to their blog which I almost always check out. If I do not provide a link to them right away, they tended to email me and/or comment frequently until I felt that the polite thing to do was to link to them. Then, more often than not, they would disappear and I'd end up feeling a little used.

More and more I was discovering the "blog as soap opera/reality tv". The author's voice seemed a little shaky, a little inauthentic. There subject matter tended to be sensational and I think that readers were reading them in anticipation of witnessing a train wreck. And I began to wonder, are they writing this because it is really happening or are they writing about this because, like in soap operas, ever few weeks you had better have a wedding or a funeral so that people stay tuned?

And maybe it shouldn't matter if it is truth or if it is fiction -- most writers tend to employ a pretty healthy use of poetic license and who ever really knows where the truth lies. But whenever I have written a post about something painful like PPD, I receive emails (never comments) from women (rarely bloggers) who have stumbled upon my site via google and who tell me how much reading my story meant to them because they thought they were the only ones suffering. I can't imagine the betrayal they would feel -- I know only the  betrayal that I would feel -- if they were to learn that there was a commercial motivation behind it all. So when I see things like GreenStone's "[we have] an approach that creates community: the best possible environment for female-targeted brands," it makes me feel sad.

I do think that blogging can be an incredibly powerful tool when it comes to building community and can be a way for women to do the feminist work of consciousness raising in a day when we are simply too exhausted at night to sit in one another's living rooms and jam. And I think that it can be that tool even if there are blogads running down the sidebar. What I don't want blogging to become, however, is just another guerilla marketing technique where, at the end of the day, the true intention is to sell. I don't want to be invited to a consciousness raising section in someone's virtual living room, only to discover that what I was really invited to was a Tupperware party.

September 11, 2006

Dispatch from the Mommy Wars

If you thought it was all about SAHMs vs WOHMs, check out the comments at Kristen Scott's always interesting space at Blogging Baby. For the record, I'm a double umbrella aficianado.

September 09, 2006

Mommy Mudslinging Article

Andrea Gordon has a great piece today in the Toronto Star on the mommy wars, opting out, Hirshman vs Flanagan thing that has been bouncing around the blogosphere. About how so many of the discussions of the "chattering classes" (one of my favourite terms) are academic and really do so very little to help the average mother. She also mentions the very good work of Andrea O'Reilly at ARM (have you signed up to attend The Motherlode yet? Well, what are you waiting for?).

August 02, 2006

Hey Larry! Hey Whitey! Let's go over to Metzger's field and judge some moms!

I've been thinking about the Daily Mail's "Sorry, but my children bore me to death!" piece that's being kicked around the internet. As usual, Andi Buchanan hit the nail on the head in her summary of the brouhaha over at Mother Shock.

Personally, I've ben kicking around the idea for a paper on June Cleaver as Slacker Mom. I mean, she's held up as this perfect maternal archetype, but did she not spend almost every episode shooing The Beav out of the house so she could have some "me time"? Did she not shirk her maternal duties to the extent that other members of the community were regularly called upon to fish her son out of the proverbial soup bowl? She wouldn't even wear the Ooh La La Paris! blouse he bought her to the Ladies' Tea. Somebody call Children's Aid!