For eight years during the 90′s I was one big lactating mass of motherhood.
I started nursing Allison in Jan of 92 and did not stop until eight years later when Andrew turned 3 in the fall of 99.
I have always been a diligent journal writer and some of my best stuff has been written while in the throes of new mother sleep deprivation. Most of the content for my first three books was captured from my personal journals written during those early years mothering my older children. It sort of became a running joke in my journal that I would begin the entry by writing, “I should be washing dishes right now, but I feel like writing.”
I can promise you reader, the dishes did eventually get done, but I am so grateful that I had the focus back then to lay housework aside every once in a while and share what was in my heart in the pages of those journals.
This morning I awoke at four am and found myself feeling the same old tug, to go to the computer and start typing…
When Andy, the baby in the above picture, was three, I weaned him on his third birthday. I had weaned Jeff at the same time and for consistencies sake, decided to stop on September 7th, 1999. Three weeks after the wean I had this burst of emotional, mental, and physical creativity hit my body and mind like a tornado of renewal and force. It was real and I realized how much of my own energy and essence had been invested into my children during those eight years of on demand, baby led, LLL Style, breastfeeding.
As the energy hit the Holy Spirit whispered, “NOW it is time to write Jen”. I had experienced many spiritual promptings during those years that I was supposed to write about Mothering and continually felt frustrated that I did not have the time or energy to write anything more than a few paragraphs every couple of days.
I began with my first book A Mothers Journey. Every morning I would wake up at four am, sneak down to the basement where our family computer was stashed and start typing. I would type for an hour or two until the children woke up and then I would begin my day of mothering. I found that I was able to edit with the family around, but I could not find the mental energy to type unless if it was quiet and I was alone undisturbed…
Thus began my writing adventures. I feel like I should insert here that I am not a writer. I don’t have any training in writing and make many grammatical and speling errors in my books and blog posts. I also don’t have much time for editing and perfecting of books and posts. All of my books, blog posts, and comments on the internet are riddled with typos and a general smashing of the English Language. And my ability to communicate has constantly been questioned by those English Teacher trolls who generally have nothing to add to a debate beyond, “Hey Jenny Hatch, you suck as a writer because you mispeled a word.” I usually ignore these people as a waste of my precious time, but it does get annoying, they seem to think that those of us sharing on the web have to pass some certified test of grammer and syntax and word usage and editing and punctuation!!!!! if we don’t we are somehow not worthy to rite or share our thoughts on the web. Rong! We Mom Bloggers are just as able and willing to add decent web Kontent to the Marketplace of Idears as anyone in the werld.Read More »