Has anyone seen this article floating around, titled “Motherhood: The Big Fat Fuck You.” ??
I’ve had a few friends on my Facebook newsfeed sharing this. Every single time, I want to make the comment, “Actually, I think IF and RPL are the big fat FU.” (Or how about cancer? SIDS?) I mean really.
Listen, I understand. I KNOW that motherhood is a trying, and sometimes thankless job. I’m not trying to judge. I know for sure in the future, there will be days when I feel like I’m going to lose my shit over something my child has done. I think back to the time when I was about 5, and I had long, beautiful hair down to my waist. Well, I had some clip or something stuck in my hair, and I was bugging my mom to get it out. She was on the phone, and shooed me away. So I found a pair of thinning sheers (my mom went to hairdressing school back in the day) and proceeded to shred my hair to bits to get it out. A huge chunk of hair on one side of my head was missing. When my mom figured out what I had done, she called my aunt and asked her if she wanted me.
So, obviously it’s not all sunshine and roses! And I am not saying that I will never complain. But what did people do before Facebook? I’ll try to voice any complaints the old fashioned way. I know this is somewhat hypocritical, as on this blog I complain a lot! But, I feel as though it’s my own little space to do with what I like, so….there. Ha ha!
And I try not to be a big Facebook complainer anyway. Someone’s always going to have it worse. I have friends that aren’t married yet, or have never been to Europe. Friends who’s parents are dealing with terrible illnesses. So, if I complain publicly of Switzerland’s lack of a Target, I’m sure I’d get a mega eye-roll from a lot of folks! (And rightly so!) Once in a while, I’ll let something fly, but then I get people jumping all over my back for being a “complainer” so it’s just best to do it elsewhere! (Like here, my own personal slice of the internet.)
I wonder how many other women might view this article as a personal attack? (As many things seem to be when you are dealing with certain issues.) Mothers who have lost a child to death. Mothers who have an autistic child, and might never hear the word “Mom” come from that child’s lips. And yes, mothers yet to be.
Maybe some will say I am being too sensitive. Well, damn right I am! Sorry (not sorry) if everything I have been through in the last 2 and a half years has made me just a bit sensitive.