Raised by Wolves

Raised by Wolves, the new book by Christie Mellor, is a rollicking romp through all the things that the well-raised 19 year old should already know but probably doesn’t.  Her style is light and conversational, and her prose compelling even for those of us well outside the target demographic, both in age and experience.  (Sigh.) 

I couldn’t put it down.

Now, I’m pretty sure that you already know to pay your taxes, take the sponge out of the sink, and be on time, but this book and its advice just might be the perfect gift for a young cousin graduating from high school or college.  And if you sneak a peek at the text before you wrap it in impeccable gift wrap, tie it with an unwrinkled piece of ribbon, or just drop it in that gift bag sitting over there on your desk, well, no one would blame you.  This book is definitely entertaining, and an addictive read!

Now, when is Christie coming out with her next book?

This review was done in conjunction with the Parent Bloggers Network.

 

Earth Day … and Little Critter too

My oldest child is three.  Three and a half, I suppose, although he’s not even to the age where he insists on “and a half!” I know we’ll get there soon, but for now, he’s a young preschooler, blissfully ignorant about war and global warming and all the dangers out there that we adults are charged with managing until it’s his turn, and that of his classmates, to take the reins of this great big world.

But because I know that it’s not good for a child to grow up ignorant of danger, I’ve begun introducing the concept to him slowly.  Of course he knows to be wary of strangers, and to hold Mommy’s hand when crossing the street, but I’m now starting to introduce him to the bigger worries in life.

Like climate change.

Somewhere along the way, we began reading the Little Critter books by Mercer Meyer.  We happily read through stories about bedtime, about cleaning one’s room, about growing up.  Then came It’s Earth Day!  I don’t know who consulted and contributed scientific expertise for this book, but it starts on a worrisome note about the ice disappearing and the polar bears having nowhere to live.  Little Critter gets really worried, and leads his friends on an all-out recycling binge.  Then he undertakes a plan to save the Earth.

My kind of little critter!

Only, of course, it doesn’t work, and he gets frustrated, and then the book ends a little preachily about all the things that he and his family DID do to save the earth.  Which is well and good, until he mentions the polar bears again.

As my three-year-old would say, “Oh, brother.”

The polar bears are a symbol that has been bandied about by groups on both sides, and there is plenty of educated discourse about that other places on the internet.  I don’t intend to reproduce that here, but I will say that when I read this book to my child, I edit it a bit.  We talk about “helping the Earth,” not saving it.  We talk about “saving energy,” instead of global warming.  We talk about how important it is to ”reduce, reuse, recycle” in our every day lives.  We are careful not to litter, and to talk about how sad we are when we see someone carelessly toss trash on the interstate.  I am raising him to be aware of environmental issues, and to take action when we can do so safely.

And so, when our playgroup celebrated Earth Day at the local park with a playdate and games, we celebrated.  Far from being outdated, Earth Day is alive and well.

This post originally appeared at DC Metro Moms Blog; Susan also writes at Toddler Planet. 

Neosporin with pain relief

Neosporin, that standby magical ointment that, with a mother’s kiss, heals all wounds, has just gotten better. 

Sometime between my childhood and my children’s, they came out with two incredible improvements: first, it comes in a cream version (sticky no more!), and second, they have added a topical analgesic.  The new Neosporin cream + pain relief is an amazing product.  I have used it for cuts, insect bites, and healing from severe radiation burns that developed during my cancer treatment.  It helped when no other product would, and I am so thankful that my oncologist recommended this for short-term relief.

Other products that I used and would recommend for radiation burns, by the way, include Exclair, a prescription cream; Eucerin and Aquaphor, over the counter, inexpensive creams, although I didn’t have much success with them after the initial burns began; a prescription steroid cream when the pain was too much to stand; and a pharmacist’s mix of Aquaphor and aloe, which made a creamy paste that worked well as a poultice.

But for those days when the radiation burns caused surface pain but I had to leave the house dressed and ready anyway, I totally relied on Neosporin plus pain relief.  It took away the pain, soothed the burns, moisturized the new skin underneath, and, unlike the other products, didn’t stain my clothes.

Awesome.

This review was completely unsolicited; I just really liked the product.

Please note: this product is not for pregnant or breastfeeding women, or children under two.  Talk to a doctor or read the patient labeling before use.

 

Rockabye: A Review

I’ll say it right up front.  This is not an unbiased review.  I happen to love reading Girl’s Gone Child, by Rebecca Woolf, and I had high expectations for her first book.  Rockabye: From Wild to Child is the backstory to Girl’s Gone Child, the story of how she grew up, quickly, and adjusted from a fun-loving party girl to a fun-loving mom. 

This is a love story, but it’s not quite the love story that we’re used to hearing.  It’s not romanticized or filled with gauzy clouds and sleeping babies.  Instead, it’s a raw, honest story of what it means to fall in love with your husband, to go through childbirth with a sense of humor and a bit of fear, and to transform yourself into a mother-creature that is still true to the woman that lives inside. 

Rebecca pulls no punches, telling her readers, as always, what it was really like to be young and single in L.A., accountable to no one, but yet everybody’s safety net, and then, the incredible 180′ turn that she had to make when she discovered that she was pregnant. 

And she keeps having to consciously make that turn.  Early motherhood is challenging, as many of us can attest.  Rebecca puts it down on paper, though, admitting to questions that run through many a mama’s head, late at night.  (As she puts it on page 108, “What life am I living and where do I belong? … Will I someday understand or at least get used to this?  Will I ever sleep?”)  She eventually answers her own questions and learns to love being a mom, playing in the sandbox, but she still occasionally has fantasies about changing it all around again, having a nanny, going to work, living in a big fancy house.  This mom explores her possibilities, only finally coming to the conclusion that we are each doing the best we can in the world, raising our children and living our lives according to our own choices and circumstances, and that’s okay.  As she says on page 164, and I wish this could be shouted from the mountatintops, “She is doing what she has to — balancing her worlds, her loves, her selves.”

What Rebecca has to say is something that, really, we all need to hear.  There is more than one way to be a mother.  There is my way, there is your way, there is her way.  (Provocative question, page 148: “Who are we to tame our children before they even understand what it means to be wild?“)  We each do this mothering gig in our own way, and choose our own sense of balance in a way that makes sense to us.  In this book, Rebecca Woolf demonstrates clearly that you can be a mother and a woman with your own ideas and loves and ambition too. 

That is a powerful message for today’s mom.

Thanks, Parent Bloggers, for giving me the chance to review this book just as it hits the bookstores.

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BlogHers Act

There is so much evil in the world.  So much hopelessness and despair.  So much neglect.

But this site gives each of us a chance to make a difference.  A big difference.  With very little effort or even money.  For $15, you can treat 50 girl students to lunch, helping them have a warm meal where otherwise they would have none.  Helping feed these children helps them be ready to learn.  And that, my friends, is even better than a coffee and sandwich at that great little place down the street. 

At least, it is to me.  Today, I put my money where my mouth is and treated some hungry little girls to lunch.

Will you?