Firewood & baby sleeps

Since having a baby recently I have got to know my back alley extremely well.
I see men fixing rooftops, drivers retreat from secluded garages, people arriving home I have never noticed before.
What has become immediately obvious to me, is the way I seem strange to these people performing motherhood in the back alley, pushing my baby on the cobblestones twice daily praying she will go to sleep. I ponder where the public representations of mother are to be found? Certainly in the playground there is a monopoly of prams, an avalanche of children, occasionally a kid being roused on & other such public acts of motherhood. As I push my babe I usually collect kindling that has fallen over the fences from the tall trees, to maximise my time, in the quest to occasionally find time to write, make art or study Midwifery. I think this must be one of the archaic acts of motherhood, walking a babe to sleep collecting firewood, though I have to say the only time I have seen it is in the Gypsy movies!