Maternidades precarias

Mom is the name my children call me by. And I come like a river. Since they arrived, everything has been changing. The lexicon we use, the time, the fears, the landscape, the bodies. The emergencies. The house has been filled with mountains of children's books and drawings showing smiling figures in a multicolored jungle. Now our perception of the world is different. Everything is presented as a danger or as an opportunity. Just like the questions that run through this book. Where does the desire to be a mother come from? Are we really free to decide when, how or with whom we have children? What do we need to live a more pleasant experience of motherhood? What do our maternal malvivirs depend on? What demands do they impose on us? Which ones do we impose? Are we the mothers we want to be or the ones we can be? Who takes care of the mothers? How do we care? Can we care in a system that only looks after what is productive? Will we get to de-problematize motherhood? Motherhood is a fine wire on which we walk like tightrope walkers. Many women cross it without a net, trying to maintain an impossible balance as we move forward with our eyes closed.