Dear Magic Shake-Ball:
Ten years ago today, I gave birth to my daughter and became a mother. I think someone should bake me a cake. Thoughts?
p.s. Did I mention there were forceps involved?
Answer:
Enter Hermione (as to her trial), Paulina and Ladies attending.
(Winter's Tale, stage direction, 3.2.9)
Interpretation:
Yes! This is Hermione ... just after she's given birth (I swear I'm not making this up). She's being hauled out in pubic by her crazy jealous husband King Leontes to answer his outrageous accusations of infidelity. She has all her Ladies with her, and he looks like a total ass for not revering her awesome maternal-ness.
She gives what is—hands down—my favorite speech by a Shakespeare Mom in this scene. (3.2.91-116). She just lets him have it for ripping her away from her children and especially for taking her nursing baby away from her. LOVE. IT.
I am so getting a cake.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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Seriously. Every so often I think it's important to remind my 3 children that I spent a combined total of 82 (count 'em) hours giving them the, er, gift of life. The least they can do is put their clothes in the hamper, right? Granted, it's not quite in the same league as having your oldest kid die, your youngest raised by shepherds, and having to hide in a convent for 16 years before moronically reuniting with the jealous bastard who made it all happen (where was Hermione's Sassy Gay Friend when she needed him?). All the same, there should definitely be a cake on the horizon (especially in light of the forceps)!
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