Friday, May 16, 2008
On Why I Love my Mother
I know it's late to be talking about my mom. Mother's Day was, afterall, a week ago. But I've been doin' me some thinkin' about all this "motherhood" business. Come on, what's the BIG DEAL with it, huh? I am getting sick of women going on and on about "motherhood" like it's some institution they are a part of, i.e., "ah, motherhood. Sometimes it's really hard, but it's SO rewarding and wonderful." Blech. To be honest with you, I don't really think about "motherhood" all that often. I don't, for example, wake up every morning to my 2 year old whispering "mommy, wake up, mommy" in my face and think "what challenges and rich rewards will 'motherhood' bring me today?" In reality, I'm thinking of the best way to convince Hazel to go back downstairs and watch cartoons for a little while longer so I can sleep more. Nothing glorious, horribly hard, or wonderful about it. I tire of all this glorification of motherhood, as well as all the complaining about how hard it is and how much it sucks, etc. And THAT is why, my friends, I love my OWN mother so much: I have never ONCE heard her even use the WORD "motherhood." She doesn't complain, she dosen't over-glorify. She pretty much just lives her life as a human being who works hard and loves her kids and doesn't have to be constantly discussing what it means to be a mom. I feel like this whole "motherhood" phenomemon is a recent trend. What gives? I realize that moms are great and they do great things, but MUST we go on and on about it? My mom never did and never does. She's just a mom. And that is why I love her. Plus, she makes rice krispy treats with melted chocolate and toasted almonds on top of them. If I could leave a legacy like that for MY kids, I would be content.