Hogwash, I tell you! HOGWASH!
Mother in Chief so totally hit this nail on the head with her latest post. She said:
She even went on to say:
I'll answer for these women- yep, they're nuts. Honestly, living your life for your children and/or husband? How healthy can that be? Screw healthy-why would you want to LIVE for another person(s)? Christ, some days it is hard enough to live for myself (that is pre-baby people... when you add a baby, it can be harder some days). Then to go beyong that and tell yourself you are happy with that existence of serving another? Forgettaboutit! Okay, maybe you can do that for, well, two whole weeks. Or maybe the first few months of a newborns life-- but years at a time? I'm talking 18+ years people (that is how long it takes at a minimum to raise a child)? I mean who will EVER want to have children with that expectation put upon them in society? Not me! Imagine this:
"Hi. Have a baby. You'll have 18+ years to revolve your life around them and forget every dream, desire, previous lifestyle you had, may want, did have, or might want--because, hell- you have chosen to become a parent."
No way! I didn't sign up for that crap when I decided to spawn another human. I signed up to nurture, build a morally and ethically responsible child, that will make the world a better place--not to become a slave to this new being. Come On People! No wonder moms can't find a happy balance between work, parenting, and find some sort of enjoyment in life. With that kind of expectation or pressure--who could.
Mother in Chief hit the nail on the head--really, I kept wondering why I felt like I HAD to devote my life to my child--it is like some sort of cult or belief system that I didn't know existed until I was smack in the middle of it. Then I was trying to be mind warped into believing I could still do it. But about a year into this whole motherhood thing I think I choked--or at least my mind did. I woke up one morning and was like- what the fuck? I need a life!
And thus--here you have it. Back to work and working towards a dream. It ain't perfect, but what ever is?
"I just can't be one of those women who can just zip up their own life and transform into a parent. It's just not me."
She even went on to say:
"But then again, I sometimes think I envy those women who suck it up and forego everything except the kids in front of them. The ones who can just decide they are a mother. And that's that. They are on this earth to birth, nourish, clothe, entertain, teach, and love their kids.I wish I knew how they do it. Sometimes it seems like that would be much easier to handle. Just accept parenthood as all encompassing, all absorbing, and forget about the rest of it. Are they for real? Are they secretly struggling too? Just putting on that happy face to make the rest of us think we're nuts?"
I'll answer for these women- yep, they're nuts. Honestly, living your life for your children and/or husband? How healthy can that be? Screw healthy-why would you want to LIVE for another person(s)? Christ, some days it is hard enough to live for myself (that is pre-baby people... when you add a baby, it can be harder some days). Then to go beyong that and tell yourself you are happy with that existence of serving another? Forgettaboutit! Okay, maybe you can do that for, well, two whole weeks. Or maybe the first few months of a newborns life-- but years at a time? I'm talking 18+ years people (that is how long it takes at a minimum to raise a child)? I mean who will EVER want to have children with that expectation put upon them in society? Not me! Imagine this:
"Hi. Have a baby. You'll have 18+ years to revolve your life around them and forget every dream, desire, previous lifestyle you had, may want, did have, or might want--because, hell- you have chosen to become a parent."
No way! I didn't sign up for that crap when I decided to spawn another human. I signed up to nurture, build a morally and ethically responsible child, that will make the world a better place--not to become a slave to this new being. Come On People! No wonder moms can't find a happy balance between work, parenting, and find some sort of enjoyment in life. With that kind of expectation or pressure--who could.
Mother in Chief hit the nail on the head--really, I kept wondering why I felt like I HAD to devote my life to my child--it is like some sort of cult or belief system that I didn't know existed until I was smack in the middle of it. Then I was trying to be mind warped into believing I could still do it. But about a year into this whole motherhood thing I think I choked--or at least my mind did. I woke up one morning and was like- what the fuck? I need a life!
And thus--here you have it. Back to work and working towards a dream. It ain't perfect, but what ever is?
