I would consider it a personal favor if any of you would be inclined to email her a get well wish. She's feeling mighty poorly. asklogansbubbe@livingwithlogan.com And, as ALWAYS, whenever we have a guest, show the love in the comment section, too! Thanks! ~the Momma
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Alysia at Try Defying Gravity wrote a beautiful, thought-provoking piece on what being a mother means to her, much to her surprise.
Reading it brought about an epiphany for Bubbe. It occurred to me as I read this that the media often discusses how models and the fashion industry skew young girls' images of what a healthy body looks like. Size 4 is the new 8; anything over a 12 is downright fat. Thank God, media attention has begun to alert us to this fact, and although change back to healthy body images is slow, it's happening.
However, there's another skewed expectation placed upon young girls that has, to my knowledge, not been discussed openly. And that is what it means to be a good mother. We are socialized from childhood to think that if we're not sitting on the sofa, book open upon our lap, arms wrapped around our two or three kids, smiles on everyone's faces, then we're bad moms. If we don't do all those crafting activities that come home from school with kids and pop up in every single child/parenting-related magazine or publication, we're bad moms.
Is that what our kids really need from us?
Merriam Webster says that a mother is a female parent, and a parent is someone who brings up and cares for another. I notice an absence of commentary like "shares jokes and big laughs many times a day" or "does crafting projects daily" or "manages to juggle multiple schedules without batting an eyelid".
And yet most of us strive to accomplish all those unwritten "necessary" mothering tasks and feel bad when we don't achieve our goals, simply because we are constantly being slapped in the face with imagery saying we're failing at mothering if we don't do it all.
Living with a special needs child means that so many other things take priority over that ideal. Researching interventions, advocating for your child, cooking from scratch all the time to ensure they're not eating things that make them sicker, coordinating your treatment team, doing therapies at home, etc. And of course, there are all the regular must-do's: keep your child fed, clean, healthy, educated. And the other must-do's: keeping the rest of your household fed, clean, healthy, and educated (or employed). And the other must-do that is so often renamed "must-do-when-there's-time": keep yourself in balance with enough "me" time to stay grounded.
Living with a child or children without special needs is only marginally less stressful. Emotionally, there's less stress and worry. Research is easier; it generally involves calls that start with, "Mom, when I was a kid, did I…" But often, parents replace therapy schedules with extracurricular activity schedules, advocating with arranging play dates. And "me time" with extra work hours.
And what you're left with is no time to create those perfect vignettes we see in every parenting magazine, every ad for healthcare, every article featuring famous-people-we-wish-we-could-be.
But those vignettes are simply artificially created photos, excerpts from life that simply serve to make us feel bad. Maybe that's not the intention; maybe the intention is to give us something to strive for. But feel bad is what really comes out of it. We feel like we're not doing enough. If so-and-so can do it, so can I, right? So why can't I??
Bubbelehs, I offer you challenge. Find one seemingly perfect mother. Maybe it's someone whose blog you read. Maybe it's a friend or relative. Maybe it's even your own mother. And ask that mom, "What's a regular day really like?" Do you have time every day to supervise homework? Do you cook hot meals every day? Do you craft or play with your kid every day? Do your kids really get along all the time? Are you always positive and upbeat and happy?
Bubbe's willing to bet you'll hear a resounding "no". You'll hear that there are fights, tears, stand-offs, threats to finish chores, etc., and crafting is, at best, a once-a-week activity.
And if you actually hear "yes", there are only three possibilities: they've given up a lot to achieve it (e.g., sleep, time to shower, etc.), they have a team of paramommies (the cleaning lady, the homework tutor, the cook), or they're lying.
So the next time you see a picture or "news" story that shows what motherhood supposedly is, ask yourself, is this real? Or is it nothing more than one more skinny model designed to make you feel bad?
If I have no time for crafting, yet find/make the time to help my daughter with her homework, isn't that what's important? If I feed her cold cereal for breakfast and cold leftovers for lunch, but make time to give her pep talks when she feels unable to do something or put a plaster on a barely-there scratch, isn't that what "bringing up and caring for" means? And if it's been three weeks since I've found time to sit and color with my kid, but in that same three weeks, I've been up in the middle of the night soothing, retucking, cleaning up vomit, and/or drying tears after a nightmare on at least nine different occasions, isn't that what mothering really is?
Rejoice, mammalehs, in your achievements. You are the best mom for your kid. You are who your child needs and wants. You are the momma!
