Julie & Ann

Astrologer Julie Demboski added me to her blogroll, so I’m going to pay her a little tribute by sharing her thoughts on the current situation under the planets.

I talked about the craziness of this past week, the full moon in Cancer we just experienced last Sunday, and the general discord people are feeling. Both Jenn and Little Country Girl blogged about feeling lonely recently. Under The Big Blue Sky  looked at her house and felt irritable and disorganized.  Heather,  Single Working Mommy and WonderMom are all dealing with sick kids and stressful situations with the ex. Liz, 1976Remixed AND Laura  had to password protect their posts.

 To throw a chery on top, all of us single moms have to hear the souless, usless, vindictive, asinine comments by Ann C. (You all know her real name, but I don’t want to give her anymore hits on Google).

Julie Demboski says the Universe is testing us. Great, you’re thinking, haven’t I been tested enough? When I read this, I immediately thought of Kori, and the unspeakable situation her family is currently weathering.

Julie says:

How will we respond when confronted with something crushing, to our hopes, to the plans and goals of someone we love, to the life circumstances presented? How will we deal with a worst-case-scenario that we always thought would somehow be avoided? And we must understand something right at the start: what’s being tested is the standard of our own attitudes and beliefs, the relationship we have internally with the Universe; it’s not a test imposed from the outside, though the externals embody challenges particular to each of us as individuals. Who are we, and where do we go, in a spiritual sense, when trials come? This is the test.

I thought of Kori, and the amazing strength she is showing the universe right now. How a weaker person might crumble in her place. I thought of Heather’s hellish Christmas day, and am so blown away by the grace she handled the situation with.

As far as the “Blame Single Moms for Crime” insanity, I must say that that I’m extremely impressed and proud of the response our blogging community has voiced. If the Universe is testing us by bringing bigotry and stereotypes to light, then I applaud our collective single mom reaction.  Our kids are not “future strippers” as Ms. Ann professes. She is lucky enough to have a front row seat to witness the amazing generation of kids being strengthened, educated, prepared and loved by wise single moms.

Julie D. says these years will not be easy. We are all facing our own personal test, and we single moms must face that test alone with a child in tow. Our tests are harder, longer and we have more to lose than the hyper-conservative, Species-like, childless being who so harshly criticizes us.

I think I speak for all single moms. We’re used to tests. We’re used to criticism. We’re smart and resourceful. We don’t expect things to be easy. If anyone can survive the Saturn/Uranus Conjunction and the venomous words of Miss Ann with grace and solidarity, we’re your gals.

Doting Feminist?

I never expected my mother to be one of those cream-puff haired, pie-making, fawing grandmas, especially since “having kids” was taboo talk before I had a college diploma firmly glued to my hand. When I was a kid, I used to sing the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” theme song (Turtle Power!), which my mother promptly changedto “Teenage Mutant Baby Walkers” everytime she saw a teen mom walking down the street.

When I told her I was pregnant, her response was sad and disapointed, but mostly, I could hear fear in her voice, which only scared the sh** out of ME of course! Now, as LB passes her 2nd year of life, I think my mom is finally starting to enjoy being a grandma. I think the joy is beginning to outweigh the fear she has for me a single mom, and for LB.

My mom always says its not me she doesn’t have faith in, its the world. I tell her, yeah the world is broken, the earth is dying, the people are slowing killing each other, but I’m not going to raise my daughter to be afraid. Even if freak weather patterns wash out America’s Heartland, and gas gets so expensive we have to start bartering gallons for loaves of bread, if Colorado faces its most dangerous fire season in a century,  its my generation’s job to fix it, not run from it.

People talk about my generation as the self-centered, over-dramatic, desensitized, attention-hungry, multi-tasking, new media/communication focused-generation. We are also the generation that needs to figure out how the population will survive in the future. I say we are going to need all these “flaws” to help us get through the upcoming decades, because we are going to face some damn hard times. Obviously, its happening already.

Why do I think this? Because I look at my mom, and I see her cry almost everyday. I look at my dad, and I see his spirit wilted at the end of his workday. I see their idealistic, hippie world slowly falling into a lost memory, a diminished hope. Their generation was one of big hearted love, social change, and unity. The world we live in today is barely a glimmer of that love, and it hurts my parents.

Maybe I am desensitized. Maybe I need to be desensitized to face the future. Maybe my parents’ generation is neither emotionally, mentally nor physically ready to face the horror of a world that is falling apart. Then again, maybe I’m just being over-dramatic, going off on one of my typical piscean tangents. Maybe I’ve watched “The Day after Tomorrow” one too many times.

All I can say is that until recently, I’ve never prayed. I’ve never been inspired by politics. I’ve never been more determined to make the future world a better place to live. And the reason? Well, you saw her picture up there at the top.