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.
I read Rebecca's tell-all account of girl-growth in 2 (yes two) sittings. I loved it. Easily. I found that once I picked it up I couldn't put it down. That good. I remembered the feeling, a familiar old friend of a feeling like I once had when I was 12 and reading Are You There God, It's Me Margaret for the first time. That good. It's a great account of growth and motherhood and moving from girlchild to girlmother. I loved that - that she remains true to her core, showing how one can still be her true self and a mother. It inspired me.