As
Mother Lit soars into bookstores nationwide and websites,
magazines and newspapers report about its existence, much notice
is given to this new genre of writing that purports a new ideal
of mothering and motherhood and challenges traditional mothering
roles at every turn. These books, chiefly written from varying perspectives
and intended to transform the archaic notions and expectations of
modern moms, are indeed causing mothers themselves to get active
and take notice as well as others who are struck by this new flurry
of ideas.
Although Rise Up
Singing: Black Women Writers On Motherhood, edited by Cecelie
S. Berry, can upon first assumptions be lumped into this new class
of writing, one quickly realizes that it does not seek to transform
black motherhood, but instead looks to provide an honest glimpse
of black mothering; one that is quite constant in its outlook.
Rise Up Singing,
with its storied list of contributors such as Maya Angelou, Alice
Walker and Maxine Clair and with the foreword written by Marian
Wright Edelman, seems well-intended to serve as a celebration of
black motherhood, with all of its triumphal victories as well as
its copious and devastating defeats. Throughout the collection of
poems and essays there is an overwhelming tinge of sadness about
motherhood that is incomprehensibly balanced by an ever-present
notion of the strict ability to overcome.
Throughout, Rise
Up Singing takes its readers into the worlds of 29 totally
different black women who grew up in completely different parts
of the country and with vastly different mothers and grandmothers,
but who all are connected by their inherent ability to express their
thoughts on paper. We are given a wide range of perspectives as
well from single mothers, working mothers, stepmothers, at-home
mothers and even from one who is unremorsefully not a mother at
all.
With no two essays or
poems alike three themes, however, are echoed throughout with incessant
regularity. They are the quiet courage of all of the black mothers
in the essays, the protectionist spirit over their children—despite
the not-acted-upon urge by some of the mothers to simply walk away
and never come back—and the brutal honesty in which the writers
relay their true feelings about being or not being mothers. There
seems to be no sugarcoating going on here. In fact, some of the
essays even makes one catch their breath with the uncompromising
rawness of their words, thoughts and emotions.
Although there is a noticeable
absence of writing about black motherhood on the market today, one
might suppose that the aim of a book like Rise Up Singing
would be to challenge the stereotypes about motherhood and mothering
for black women in America from the thoughtful voices of articulate
mother writers. Instead, Rise Up Singing does precisely
what its title implies and that is to show the authentic lives and
nature of black mothers and their intrinsic knack for coming out
of harrowing situations, albeit a bit cut and bruised emotionally
and sometimes physically.
With its rich stories
and superb writing, Rising Up Singing proves to have the
weight and breadth of a true classic anthology that deserves recognition
notably for its pioneering role in addressing the need for black
women to write about motherhood but primarily for its unapologetic
candidness. |