The challenges of mid-life parenting

Did you know that each female human is born with all the eggs that she will ever need throughout her entire life? I told my mother this story soon after my own daughter was born. That while I lay nestled in her womb that the eggs that would become her grandchildren were all there. All within me. And all within her. As I floated around in that warm cradle that was her body, we all made some kind of intergenerational Russian doll. There we all were: me and the eggs …

Hilary JacksonThe challenges of mid-life parenting

Poem: What to let go…

(reflections on my firstborn son moving out of home…) Was I good enough? Could I have done more? These questions are running around in my mind They feel like a crowd of carrion birds Picking at memories, like bones I rush at them and they fly away Sitting in a distant tree   And yet… What to hold onto? What to let go? Maybe everything.   At the end of it all I’m seeing that it’s all just ‘you’ anyway All this introspection can spin out of control! Always you …

Hilary JacksonPoem: What to let go…

Poem: Pomegranate

If I could eat a jewel Would it taste like this? like these luscious seeds, That stain my hands and delight my tongue?

Hilary JacksonPoem: Pomegranate

Deep Thoughts on “Last Times”

My eldest son turned 20 a few months back. It was around a week ago that I found myself sitting in the bath with my 7 year old daughter, trying to recall the last time I’d had a bath with him. It’s been a long time. Maybe 8 or 9 years. On the exact day of this very last bath that he and I had (think: ‘The Last Supper’ – but much wetter, less food, and a lot fewer people) I had no idea what was taking place. The last-timeness …

Hilary JacksonDeep Thoughts on “Last Times”