Who is The Rock N’ Roll Doula?
Ok… here we go!
I am a regular girl. My body makes noise even when I don’t want it to. I don’t try to be more than I am but hold myself to a very high standard according to my (dead) mother. Oh, we’ll get to that…. Anyway, back to my interpretation of a “regular” girl.
I am comfortable in my skin and encourage other women to feel the same way. It bums me out that that doesn’t come to us instinctually but am proud that I have done the work personally to get to that place. That being said, I know how to guide other women to it as well, if they want that! I am totally in love with Jerry Patterson (my husband of 23 years) together we created two magnificent people, Erica, 20 years old and Ty, 16 years old. That’s right, 2 teenage daughters. Two magnificent teenage daughters! Women need to stop disliking their children! (oooh… that’s controversial, but it’s true).
I was standing in line at a Dunkin’ Donuts recently and I ran into a woman I hadn’t seen in a long time. She has a teenaged daughter as well. We said an obligatory hello followed by some small talk and a few smiles and then she dropped the bomb…. “How are your girls?”, she said with an eye roll. My response, “amazing! I adore those girls”. She was dumbfounded! Didn’t even know how to respond. Was I being sarcastic? Was I joking? Was I an alien? She appeared as if she never heard of such a thing. Before she could even wrap her head around the fact that I actually enjoyed the human beings that I was responsible for creating, she started shit talking her person that she made. “She’s so fresh, she’s lazy, I’m constantly picking up after her and she tells me everyday that she hates me! Etc…”
I can’t hold it in! I want to…. But I can’t! It slips out before I can grab it…. “Did you intentionally make her that way?” She laughs it off and I order a large coffee with milk and sugar, resist the temptation to get a boston cream donut, pay and get the fuck out of there! I hop in the car and I count my blessings.