Everything I Needed to Know I Learned From My Six-Month-Old: Awakening To Unconditional Self-Love in Motherhood

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Children Are Our Greatest Teachers

When novelist Kuwana Haulsey heard the story of an African tribe that celebrates mothers with the songs of warriors, she was entranced. After a new mother leaves home for the first time after giving birth, everyone she meets along the road greets her with a sacred song otherwise reserved for those returning from battle. She's honored as having lived through a rite of passage that will forever mark her as abundant and powerful and blessed. ...

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Overview


Children Are Our Greatest Teachers

When novelist Kuwana Haulsey heard the story of an African tribe that celebrates mothers with the songs of warriors, she was entranced. After a new mother leaves home for the first time after giving birth, everyone she meets along the road greets her with a sacred song otherwise reserved for those returning from battle. She's honored as having lived through a rite of passage that will forever mark her as abundant and powerful and blessed. Everything I Needed to Know I Learned from My Six-Month-Old fuses memoir, spirituality and self-development in a moving tribute to the lessons Kuwana's infant son taught her. Kuwana Haulsey movingly explores motherhood as a means of waking up her own—and her reader's—innate potential for personal transformation.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Novelist Haulsey (The Red Moon) tells the story of her growing self-awareness through the lens of motherhood in this moving memoir. Awaiting the birth of her first child, the author was inspired by the story of an African tribe that honors its mothers with the same reverential songs sung to warriors returning from battle. “There was something about this vision of strength... that appealed to me,” she writes. “I just loved the idea of being able to magically summon my inner warrior to carry me through the end of pregnancy.” But when her inner warrior proved elusive during the first months of motherhood, it was Haulsey’s infant son, Kingston, who provided the introduction. Through his bloodcurdling screams, contented sighs, and growing connection to the world around him, Kingston relayed cues that Haulsey was able to internalize, allowing her to better understand her wants, needs, and motivations. In this way, she realized, her son had become her greatest teacher: “Prodded by his tiny fingers, I began to reevaluate my life with a level of honesty that had eluded me in the past.” Deeply illuminating, the book is a reminder of one’s ability to become a more evolved and content being. Agent: Gareth Esersky, Carol Mann Agency. (Sept.)
From the Publisher

"This book is the perfect companion for any new mother. Kuwana Haulsey’s voice is full of humor and grace, but what I love most about her is that she tells it like it is. Reading this book is like chatting with a close friend."
—My Frugal Savings

"A very empowering read and something I would recommend to any mom, whether you're a first timer or you've had several."
—Mommy of Two

"New motherhood is something new and exhilarating and overwhelming. Beautiful and crushing. Kuwana Haulsey delves into this new stage of life with lovely insights into the process of becoming a mom."
Motherhood and Miscellany

"Each chapter is indeed a lesson in learning, through the eyes of a child, how to find meaning, centeredness, self-love, and sanity during the most chaotic times in a new mother’s life."
ForeWord Reviews

"Deeply illuminating, the book is a reminder of one’s ability to become a more evolved and content being."
Publishers Weekly

"Everything I Needed to Know I Learned From My Six-Month-Old is the perfect companion for any new mother. I wish I had had this book ten years ago when my first daughter was born—I would have felt so much less alone. Kuwana Haulsey’s voice is full of humor and grace, but what I love most about her is that she tells it like it is. Reading this book is like chatting with a close friend."
–Kate Hopper, author of Ready for Air: A Journey Through Premature Motherhood and Use Your Words: A Writing Guide for Mothers

"Kuwana Kausley's story is a sweet postcard from one woman's loving journey through birth and rebirth."
–Lori Bryant Woolridge, author of The Power of Wow: A Guide Unleashing the Confident, Sexy You

"Baby as meditation — that’s the idea that awarding-winning novelist Haulsey came up with after the birth of her son. Caught up in the overwhelming, full-time spiral of loving and caregiving-on-demand, she suddenly realized that her infant son was also a spiritual master, pure in his existence in the world, dealing with everything he experienced with wide-open heart and mind. She decided to learn from his example. Mindfulness practice tells us to stay in the present and face our truth. Mothering an infant requires just that. Haulsey began to work with the experience, letting it take her into life review, self-realization, and, eventually, gratitude. Especially valuable for first-time mothers, even customers who aren’t parents will be inspired by the honesty of this life-affirming, real-world book."

—Anna Jedrziewski, Retailing Insight

"With the talent of a master artist, Kuwana Haulsey paints a picture of the true organic beauties and blessings of being a parent. She transports you from the day-to-day parenting ritual and responsibility, to a place that gently and quietly reminds us to be in that very special and precious parenting moment - for it is a moment that is fleeting. The warmth of baby’s skin, the first giggle, the beginnings of the emergence and continual evolution of a personality that is uniquely theirs…this is indeed what it is to be in the presence of a miracle. How lucky we are to have Kuwana Haulsey to take us to (or back to) that place and space in time that every parent relishes and treasures."
Carole Brody Fleet, author of Happily Even After

[I]n Everything I Needed to Know I Learned From My Six-Month-Old, [Kuwana] brings to us something from her personal life, from the depths of her intimate discoveries as a mother seeking to grow into her own authentic power and wisdom so that she might inspire the same in her child. Kuwana's lessons and insights shared in this book are all based on hard-won, firsthand experience.

These pages are filled with moments of wonder, joy, heartbreak, and revelation that will resonate with anyone who has ever loved a child. Kuwana's perspective is refreshing, particularly at a time when many voices in our society proclaim distaste for the responsibilities and burdens of parenting. This book is a refresher course, a reminder of the blessings of parenthood and that the sacrifices one willingly makes in raising a child are ultimately meant to enrich one's life, not impoverish it. In fact, the etymology of the word sacrifice is from the Latin sacer, which means sacred, holy, consecrated.

In Everything I Needed to Know I Learned From My Six-Month-Old, Kuwana Haulsey speaks to the spiritual unfolding that occurs when we take on the sacred responsibility to love, protect, and guide our children; in turn they birth within us a greater embodiment of unconditional love. An incomparable storyteller, Kuwana allows us to see our own stories embedded within her personal tale. The wisdom, humor, and love she so wholly expresses will encourage us all to cherish the blessing and practice of sacred parenting.

—Michael Bernard Beckwith, founder of the Agape International Spiritual Center

"A mighty pen." — Atlanta Black Star

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781936740536
  • Publisher: Cleis Press
  • Publication date: 9/17/2013
  • Pages: 232
  • Sales rank: 789,457
  • Product dimensions: 5.57 (w) x 7.24 (h) x 0.95 (d)

Meet the Author

Kuwana Haulsey

Kuwana Haulsey is the author of The Red Moon, which was a 2002 finalist for the Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright Legacy Award for Debut Fiction. Born and raised in New York City, she graduated with a bachelor’s degree in journalism from Rutgers University magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa. Kuwana has led seminars for the PEN/Faulkner Foundation in Washington, D.C., and at Rutgers University. She’s taught writing at UCLA and Agape International and is also an actress currently living in North Hollywood where she co-teaches classes on spirituality with Reverend Michael Beckwith.

Michael Bernard Beckwith is an American New Thought minister, author, and founder of the Agape International Spiritual Center in Culver City, CA, a New Thought church with more than 8,000 members. He lives in Los Angeles.

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everything i needed to know i learned from my six-month-old

AWAKENING TO UNCONDITIONAL SELF-LOVE IN MOTHERHOOD


By KUWANA HAULSEY

Cleis Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2013 Kuwana Haulsey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-936740-53-6



CHAPTER 1

LESSON ONE

Finding the Courage to Emerge

Dare you have the courage to be who you really are?

—PIR VILAYAT


THE GIRL ACROSS THE ROOM RAISED HER HEAD AND THE look in her eyes stopped my breath.

Who is this? I wondered. My God.

She was beautiful, with long heavy braids hanging down the middle of her back, golden skin, and uncertain eyes. People don't like to be stared at when they're frightened, so I looked away to give her some privacy. A minute later she hunched her back and moaned, once more immersed in what was happening to her body, this process of becoming something new. I wanted to tell her that everything would be OK, but I wasn't sure that it would be. It was hours until dawn and she was already naked and sweating, pacing heavily around the room. This poor girl was about to have the longest day of her life.

As I watched her transform in the mirror in front of me, a story I'd read weeks before flashed through my mind.

It seems that there's a tribe in Africa where, the first time a woman leaves home following the confinement period after giving birth, everyone she meets along the road greets her with a sacred song otherwise reserved for warriors returning from battle. She's honored as having lived through a rite of passage that will forever mark her womanhood as abundant and powerful and blessed. She's respected as a fully franchised member of the most ubiquitous and yet most extraordinary group of beings in our collective experience: mothers.

There was something about this vision of strength and power—and the recognition of worth that went along with it—that appealed to me. This archetype of divine motherhood walking alone along the dusty roadside in my mind's eye was someone whose wisdom was innate and whose voice was unmistakable. Her words mattered, so she used them with clarity and purpose. She gave to those around her from the overflow of her spirit, not from the dregs. She had a sensual, arresting beauty all her own; she released the pressure to look like or act like anyone other than herself. The temptation to try to be "perfect" or "have it all together" for anyone else's benefit wouldn't even be a temptation for her. She would know how much richer life was on the other side of that lure, where failure might be an option, but living in fear and pretense was not.

The desire to know (and be loved by) this divine mother is intimately familiar. Yet somehow she seems so far removed. This is the mother we all think that we have before we get grown and start nitpicking at the humanity of the women we were born to. This is the woman we secretly want to be, even though it very often seems like she doesn't exist. But she does exist. I know. I've seen her. She's been there, no matter how big or small her part, in the face of every pregnant woman and mother I've ever seen look deeply at a child with love.

I wanted her face to be my face too. I wanted to allow this woman of purpose, this woman I'd always believed myself to be inside, to emerge from the girl in the mirror. But how? Babies know how to be birthed. Mothers do not always know how to birth themselves.

I'd pondered these thoughts for weeks, though not in a serious way. I just loved the idea of being able to magically summon my inner warrior to carry me through the end of pregnancy. As fantasies go, it was really quite enthralling. My body had gotten so enormously awkward that I was barely able to roll out of bed by myself. Under the circumstances, it seemed only fair and fitting that there'd be a trade-off of some kind. Maybe I'd given up gracefulness and freedom and the ability to see my feet, but in return I would gain access to a mysterious new power within me. This power was destined to rise up and, at just the right moment, give me the strength to conquer any challenge.

There was something potent within me waiting to be birthed right alongside the baby curled up in my body. Just like the women in the little African village, I'd summon my warrior and she would kneel down before me without protest, generously offering up her services as midwife, ready to birth me into my new purpose, and a higher level of consciousness. It sounded wonderful.

However, as another contraction began to swell, I started having some doubts. The face in the mirror lost its subtle glow and turned back into my own familiar, sweating, scrunched-up, agonized face. Struggling to breathe through the panic, I wondered if maybe I'd made a really big miscalculation. It was seriously looking like the warrior goddess I'd been counting on would be a no-show.

As a self-described pacifist (read: people pleaser), I may have seemed unworthy to her. But without her how would I get through this, the birth of my first child? I wanted my son more than I wanted my next breath, but how exactly was I supposed to get him here? This only sounds like a simple question if you've never been in labor before. What had I gotten myself into? Was I honestly prepared to become a mother?

The short answer is: of course not. But you couldn't have told me that at the time. In my mind, before the contractions started, I had it all together. In reality, what I had was a pretty crib, some woefully unimaginative pregnancy books, a closet full of tiny clothes, and the incredible assumption that somehow these things equipped me to be a mother. It was pretty audacious thinking. But in my own defense, there was no way that I could possibly have known what was about to happen.

Going through childbirth for the first time is a lot like going cliff diving when you can't swim very well. Boldly you jump, trusting the exhilaration of the moment to carry you through. If it does, great. If it doesn't, well, its not like you can turn back. When that first contraction hits, you are airborne. Your entire being is alight with the profound and shocking realization of the true meaning of the word commitment. In my pre-pregnancy life, I could barely commit to a morning yoga class. Yet here I was, asking myself, and my husband, to commit to the most profound change that two human beings can undergo. And what about the baby? I'd heard it said by spiritual types who supposedly know these things that between birth and death, birth is the more appalling of the two experiences. How would the baby get through all of this?

As the contraction receded, I kneeled down and ran my hand over the huge mound of my belly. I whispered words that I hoped were comforting, looking for some sign that our son felt my presence and was consoled. But there was no movement, nothing at all. My heart jumped. I tapped on my stomach a few times. Hello in there? Nothing. I pushed down on my belly, harder than I intended to, trying to get him to move. Annoyed, Kingston pushed back and flipped over on his side. If he could've used the placenta as a cover to throw over his head, he would have. That boy was fast asleep in there and clearly letting me know: Go away, Mama! Cut it out!

Even in the middle of labor, he was cutting up.

Kingston was nothing if not consistent. Before our son was even born, he was a talker, a doer, a whirlwind of quick opinions. He'd constantly sent messages to me from the womb, tapping out clear demands like Morse code across the skin at the base of my belly. Mama, it's time to eat! If I ignored him, or didn't move fast enough toward the refrigerator, he would waft down and plop onto my bladder, crushing it like a stress ball. As soon as I put something, anything, in my mouth, he'd say a polite thanks by floating up and away, happily going about his pre-birth business.

Oftentimes, I'd found myself wondering what would happen if I were more like my son. What kinds of things might I say if I hadn't learned, at some point in my life, that being polite had a greater resale value than being honest? Kingston, on the other hand, had no such qualms. He was relentlessly authentic, always willing to share his preferences whether I asked for them or not. For example, he loved salsa music and knock-knock jokes and late-night playtime. Every night, right around midnight, he woke up to play games. My husband and I joked that the baby must have a wristwatch, because he was never late for our nightly date.

"I'm going to call him Midnight when he comes," I'd told Cory. "Midnight Tyler."

It amazed me just how perfectly this little being fit inside his own, untouched skin. He had such a strong presence. More than once, old ladies had stopped me the in street and pointed at my belly, saying, "That child is powerful. He has a strong destiny. He's going to be somebody!"
(Continues...)


Excerpted from everything i needed to know i learned from my six-month-old by KUWANA HAULSEY. Copyright © 2013 Kuwana Haulsey. Excerpted by permission of Cleis Press, Inc..
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents


Table of Contents

Introduction

Lesson One: Finding The Courage to Emerge

Lesson Two: The Gift of Presence

Lesson Three: “If You Are Irritated by Every Rub, How Will You Ever be Polished?”
Choosing Harmony Over Resentment

Lesson Four: A Life of Every Day Miracles: Embracing a Transcendent Vision

Lesson Five: Help! I Look Like Somebody’s Mother: Honoring the Body Temple

Lesson Six: I Want It Now! Surrendering Your Wants, Fulfilling Your Desires

Lesson Seven: When It All Falls Apart: The Art of Joyous Failure

Lesson Eight: Soul Mates and the Language of Inspired Loving

Lesson Nine: Awakening Bliss: Welcoming Flashes of Unexpected Ecstasy

Lesson Ten: The Precursor of the Mirror is the Mother’s Face: Trusting Your Power

Lesson Eleven: Yielding to The Divine Creative Within

Lesson Twelve: Making Time: Kingston and the Lost Art of Putzing

Lesson Thirteen: My Six Month Old is Faster Than I Am: Taking Chances

Lesson Fourteen: Captain Caviar Vs. The Coupon Queen (or Babies Bring Balance and
Abundance… If You Let Them)

Lesson Fifteen: No, You Will Not Find Peace: Learning to Let Peace Find You

Lesson Sixteen: Love is Like Musk…It Attracts Attention

Lesson Seventeen: Celebrate Yourself Exactly Where You Are

Epilogue: Taking the First Steps

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