It’s interesting how mothers label each other SELFISH or LAZY. “She loves to drop the kids with a babysitter, so she can exercise and shop,” one gossips. “We never use babysitters,” says another in a holier than thou tone. The implication is clear: spending time away from your kids makes you selfish, lazy or worse, A BAD MOTHER.
Because good mothers love every second they spend with their children. Celebrity interviews all celebrate parenthood. Kendra (of Playboy fame) raves about how having a child is “like Christmas everyday”. It could just be me, but my idea of Christmas never included wiping poop off other people’s bottoms, folding laundry or constantly cleaning up after other people. My kids are a great gift, but there are moments when I’ve been tempted to return them. Does that make me selfish, lazy, awful or perhaps just human? But perhaps I am the only one willing to admit it, which brings me to another point:
We all seem to lie to each other that everything parentwise is fabulous. Sometimes it is fabulous, but othertimes it can suck. No wonder we crave a little downtime, but we’ve developed this dark undercurrent where we judge and belittle each other for wanting a little time off, smugly congratulating ourselves. For what? Loving our children more? Spending more quality time with them?
It’s not a contest, so the judging is unnecessary.
Martyr Moms
It’s interesting how mothers label each other SELFISH or LAZY. “She loves to drop the kids with a babysitter, so she can exercise and shop,” one gossips. “We never use babysitters,” says another in a holier than thou tone. The implication is clear: spending time away from your kids makes you selfish, lazy or worse, A BAD MOTHER.
Because good mothers love every second they spend with their children. Celebrity interviews all celebrate parenthood. Kendra (of Playboy fame) raves about how having a child is “like Christmas everyday”. It could just be me, but my idea of Christmas never included wiping poop off other people’s bottoms, folding laundry or constantly cleaning up after other people. My kids are a great gift, but there are moments when I’ve been tempted to return them. Does that make me selfish, lazy, awful or perhaps just human? But perhaps I am the only one willing to admit it, which brings me to another point:
We all seem to lie to each other that everything parentwise is fabulous. Sometimes it is fabulous, but othertimes it can suck. No wonder we crave a little downtime, but we’ve developed this dark undercurrent where we judge and belittle each other for wanting a little time off, smugly congratulating ourselves. For what? Loving our children more? Spending more quality time with them?
It’s not a contest, so the judging is unnecessary.