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Posts Tagged ‘Jennifer Savage’

savagamama: The Juice is Loose

By Jennifer Savage

My daughter Lucille poured cold water on my face first thing Saturday morning and I’m not over it yet.

She made her way to our pillows as she does most every morning and stood, I thought, looking out the window above our heads. The window was locked. I knew she was safe so I kept my eyes closed hoping to squeeze out a few more minutes of sleep in the early morning.

“Up, up,” I heard her say. I knew she meant cup, and thinking there was no cup in sight, I looked up to see what she was doing. That’s when I saw she was holding a glass of water right above my head. Before I could reach her or even utter a word, she poured a full pint glass of cold water in my face.

It was 6:15 a.m.

I jumped out of bed shouting four letter words. I was soaked, my pillow was soaked and Lucille was smiling. I threw off my tank top, dried my face and, I’m pretty sure, screamed into the towel. Lucille made her way to the bathroom.

“Mama wet!” she said. Yeah, mama wet indeed.

Savagemama, Mamalode, Missoula, Moms

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savagemama: Going to the mat

By Jennifer Savage

A few years ago when I was living in Eugene, Oregon, I was in a yoga class when a man named Gene couldn’t stand on one foot. He hopped up and down trying desperately to gain his balance while holding his other foot in front of him. Because it was Eugene, once the hippie center of the universe, we practiced in a circle (and often rubbed each other’s shoulders). And standing in a circle meant no one could take their eyes off Gene.

He looked to be in his late fifties. I pictured him as part of a quiet minority in a town known for hemp dog leashes and drum circles. I’m pretty sure he wore slacks in his daily work. Maybe even button downs. I thought he was probably a lawyer or a businessman who sat behind a desk most of the day. Maybe he took a walk at lunch but other than that he I didn’t imagine he got much exercise. In my little daydream about what his life must be like, he certainly didn’t do much yoga.

But, still, there he was, hopping.

Thud, thud, thud.
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savagemama: Panty Party – Mamas come Undone

Jennifer Savage

I stripped down to my underwear this week and had my picture taken by a man I didn’t even know. What can I say? It’s been an odd week.

Maybe I should do some explaining.

I got an email a few weeks ago asking some mamas to do a photo shoot – and underwear photo shoot. When I first read the message I was sure the woman who conceived of this idea had absolutely lost her mind. I thought, wow, that’s brave. I hope they have a good time. But as I moved through the week, I kept thinking about the photo shoot.

The concept, women of all body types, whose bellies had been stretched proud from babies, getting down to the basics with each other in a supportive environment, resonated with me. I have two young daughters and I’m always saying how I want them to be proud of their bodies. I saw in this an opportunity to, well, put up or shut up. Where else will they learn to be confident in their own skin if not from their mama? But the thought of having my picture taken in my under things terrified me.

I took a deep breath and emailed the woman in charge.

“So, is that a yes?” she wrote back.
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savagemama: Spiderman

By Jennifer Savage

My three-year-old daughter Eliza loves Spiderman. She tells me so all the time.

“Mama,” she’ll say in her serious voice. “I really, really like Spiderman.”

“I know you do, baby,” I tell her. “I know you do.”

I’m not entirely sure where the obsession started except that a friend’s son, Johnny, might have lit the spark. He’s since handed down t-shirts, coats, pajamas and muscle shirts all with Spiderman splashed across the front or back or both. Eliza was so enamored with Johnny’s light up shoes that she would wear them around whenever we were at his house. So the next time she needed shoes we found ourselves in Target.

“I don’t like these,” she said of every pair I tried to get her to try on. As I was reshelving shoes of every kind she slipped around to the next aisle.

“Mama, Mama!” I heard her squeal. “I want these!” She had found the same pair of light up shoes.
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savagemama: Shifting sands

By Jennifer Savage

Seth and I have been talking a lot about shifting sands.

We’ve been talking about our house in Arlee, the mountains there. The new fence. The driveway that needs repair. We’ve been talking about how much we miss it.

We’ve been talking about the mortgage industry, the battering we took trying to buy a house in Missoula. We’ve been talking about Dan, Chris and Steve and how all mortgage lenders seem to have one-syllable names, Blackberries that constantly buzz and a bag full of promises. We’ve been talking about was it worth it.

We’ve been talking about meningitis. Six months after it landed me in the hospital, we are uttering the words: could have died.

We’ve been talking about a new year, a fresh start. We’ve been talking about hope and confidence and a new take on stability. We’ve been talking about taking deep breaths and actually letting them out.

And we’ve been doing all of this talking over the chatter of our three-year-old, the sweet bleating of our 19-month-old.

We talk over their heads and tell Eliza, “Mama and daddy need to talk too.”
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