Wednesday, October 3, 2012

2012.10.03 Daughters/Mothers/Grandmothers

My oldest granddaughter is 16, and actually sweet! She has everything going for her—vitality, good looks and figure, thick black hair she thins, bodacious talent for singing and acting, her first tiny pay check from her first tiny job, and a high grade on mothering a newborn (the high school's attempt to prevent teen pregnancy by giving girls a taste of motherhood via 24-hour care of a baby doll who wets, screeches, and wakes up every two hours for another feeding—imagine!)

A good and loving "mommy" AND becoming a feminist.  Here we go again!—a new generation.

As a blossoming feminist, my granddaughter complains about the thin lanky models in Seventeen magazine and wants to volunteer in a rape crisis center.  "Yes I love it, a feminist! I feel like I'm turning more and more into my mom day by day it's crazy! she emailed.  I wrote back that she was also becoming like her Grammy, great and great great Grammies, too.

I feel complimented, grateful and joyful that my daughter and her daughter are in my life.  The poet/novelist says it all.............

Song for a Daughter
by Ursula Le Guin

Mother of my granddaughter,
listen to my song:
A mother can't do right,
a daughter can't be wrong.

I have no claim whatever
on amnesty from you;
nor will she forgive you
for anything you do.

So are we knit together
by force of opposites,
the daughter that unravels
the skein the mother knits.

One must be divided
so that one be whole,
and this is the duplicity
alleged of woman's soul.

To be that heavy mother
who weighs in every thing
is to be the daughter
whose footstep is the Spring.

Granddaughter of my mother,
listen to my song:
Nothing you do will ever be right,
nothing you do is wrong.

"Song for a Daughter" by Ursula K. Le Guin, from Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems 1960-2010. © Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012. Reprinted with permission.