The shame of parenthood

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“And nothing inspires as much shame as being a parent.  Children confront us with our paradoxes and hypocrisies, and we are exposed.  You need to find an answer for every why – Why do we do this? Why don’t we do that? – and often there isn’t a good one.  So you say, simply, because.  Or you tell a story that you know isn’t true.  And whether or not your face reddens, you blush.  The shame of parenthood – which is a good shame – is that we want our children to be more whole than we are, to have satisfactory answers.  My son not only inspired me to reconsider what kind of eating animal I would be, but shamed me into reconsideration.”

from page 40 in the book: Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer

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happiness is…..

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happiness is receiving this book:

from a friend who lives half way across the globe and travels a lot.  We studied and lived together in a commune back when we were students.  I miss having long conversations with her (kitchen philosophy).  Luckily she wrote a note accompanying the book!

It feels like Christmas is early this year!

If you want to know more about the book visit here.

I can’t wait to start reading.

Have you read it?

Inspiration – August 2011

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For my birthday this year I received this wonderful book:  “Everything is Illuminated” by Jonathan Safran Foer.  He is currently under my top ten of all time favourite authors.

I have read this book before, currently re-reading it, and I have seen the movie.

On page 15 I have stumbled across this lovely passage:

“…Or how he was once found on the Well-Regarded Rabbi’s front lawn, bound in white string, and said he tied one around his index finger to remember something terribly important, and fearing he would forget the index finger, he tied a string around his pinky, and then one from waist to neck, and fearing he would forget this one, he tied a string from ear to tooth to scrotum to heel, and used his body to remember his body, but in the end could remember only the string.  Is this someone to trust for a story?”

I can relate to this.