THIS is, I'm pretty sure, the best article I've read since having Lana.
Please, please read it. It's beautiful. Especially this:
"I dream of a world where a new mother can leave the house in the
morning -- in ill-fitting maternity clothes because nothing else fits
her large and slowly deflating belly, with greasy hair and puffy eyes
from the hours/days/weeks she's been functioning without sleep, with a
leaking shirt from her breasts that are constantly churning and
adjusting to make just the right amount of milk for the tiny young babe
who depends on her for every last thing -- a world where this woman can
leave the house with her babies in tow (up and out in the world because
her toddler's need for playtime trumped her need for a blow dry. Or a
-- And this woman TURNS OUR HEADS (not out of pity "oh bless her
heart") and TAKES OUR BREATH AWAY (not because we think she looks like
the "before" picture of an ambush makeover) but because she is LITERALLY
The Most Beautiful Thing We've Ever Seen.
She is a superhero
She is a goddess
She is a Mother
Drop-dead gorgeous not in spite of the things that make her so, but because of them.
This is the woman I want my daughter to see when she touches my
belly. This is the woman I want to see when I look in the mirror. Not
the ugly truth. But the beautiful reality."
Can we make this reality?