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Rockabye: From Wild to Child Paperback – 15 Apr 2008
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Rockabye is the memoir of a young, free-spirited city girl who finds out she's pregnant, gets hitched, and discovers motherhood on her own terms
Rockabye is the lively memoir of a spontaneous young city-girl who becomes unexpectedly pregnant. That city-girl is Rebecca Woolf, who at 23, after the "holy shit, I'm pregnant" realization, decides to keep the baby, marry the boyfriend (in Vegas no less), and figure out how to wed her rock n' roll lifestyle and impending motherhood. With humor, honesty, and renegade insight, Rebecca makes the transition from life as an odd-job doing commitment-phobic, chain-smoking, irresponsible party-girl to life as a work-at-home mother with a different kind of social life. Throughout, Rebecca doesn't relinquish the token qualities of her free-spirited, pre-baby self; rebelling against both the "soccer mom," and "young mother" stereotypes, challenging herself to grow up without outgrowing her dreams, and most importantly embracing motherhood without a map. Rockabye explores the coming together of mother and son and their mutual coming of age. How does Rebecca adapt to motherhood? By acting on instinct and maintaining a strong sense of self, breaking rules (sometimes her own) in the process and building her own adventures out of legos and alphabet blocks. "
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I had high hopes for this book, but it never really came alive and grabbed me.
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I found that she has also a bit of a philosophical-mystical bent, which I hope she examines and shares in more depth in the future. Some of her writing rambled a bit but contained surprisingly moving and lovely bits of prose. I didn't see the rambling as a flaw but as her unique voice.
The author admits that she doesn't like to take advice and follows her own intuition as a parent, which might seem risky for a new (then) mother, but she is so clearly a passionate and well-intended parent and seems so willing to learn by her own mistakes, that she inspires some confidence as a creative parent. It's a personal memoir, not a family handbook, but I think future parents might find her originality and her deep commitment rather inspiring.
I think that there are many of us who have followed along through emotional last few years of her life feeling a bit voyeuristic. Other times I have felt like a passenger, a welcome one, as the dialogue she opens in her blog becomes so much about the reader, not the author.
Blogging about your life is so intimate for both the writer and the reader. It is impossible to not grow attached in this one way relationship. It is very similar for a memoir to feel this way.
I loved this book. So many moments of tears and laughter. Rebecca has an easy voice that is so welcoming. It reads very similarly to her blogs. Those blogs that have kept me checking in on regular day to day basis.
Some friends and I, who are loyal to Woolf's blogs, were worried that it would be too familiar; or worse, just verbatim from the blogosphere. I was relieved to say that isn't so.
For example, coming across the chapter "Things that are relative," It was from a completely different vantage point than when I first read about that time in her life. After reading the chapter, not in tears, but with a wide smile. I was taken back to the night when I sat alone in my office and read about Rebecca's Uncle Pete for the first time. It was dark. Everyone had gone home for the day. I sat there with tears streaming down my face and the blue light from my screen glistening on my face. It gradually grew to full on sobbing. Rebecca posted that in the www, I guess for relief, to get it out, to express those feelings in a tangible way, to share with strangers something so difficult and raw. I was sobbing first for her, but then for my own father, and my mother's father who were both gone from our lives too soon. I hadn't cried or frankly thought about either in a long time. I needed the invitation, from someone I trusted.
That night, her blogs, and especially this memoir, Rockabye, are all examples of how Rebecca has created a dialogue with her readers, that isn't just about her life. As memoirs go, that is trully unique.
A memoir that is less about the writer and more about all of us??? That's so... socialist? I don't know, maybe not, but I love this community that she has created by just having the balls to share.
I was swollen with pride when I got my copy from Amazon. I think many of us have grown from the ride in the passenger seat with Rebecca behind the wheel. At least I have. Thanks, Bec.