I’m an anti-cynic (Or, yes, it’s true. ~GASP!~ I love my children.)
A bit ago, I was nursing my 6mo baby Fiala, cooing over her, thinking how amazing it is that God has designed the hearts of mothers to think that their own babies are the most FABULOUS creatures on the planet. And I thought, “I should blog about that.” Then, I caught myself.
The last week or so I have come upon a number of blogs and websites that are ostensibly about mothering… but observed that, at least according to these websites, it’s now apparently hip to not really like your child, certainly not brag about your child, or ~gasp!~ enjoy your child, but to complain endlessly about your offspring, and the difficulties and annoyances of mothering, and to pine away for “me” time, and to write about how you “secretly” hate your child and motherhood, all whilst adorning him/her with ridiculously expensive clothes and gear so that (maybe?) it will look like you value your child because s/he is wearing such expensive stuff, or at least, it’ll reflect well on your own sense of style. You may not LIKE your kid, but he sure looks cool!
Cynical mothering is cool, it seems.
Even a meme I recently participated in, about things I love about mothering… Well, I traced it back to its roots, and the meme was actually created in sarcasm, and it appears that HUNDREDS of women gleefully posted about what they “love” about mothering, not about what they love about mothering.
Maybe it’s just that I don’t have the right sense of humor, and it’s all a big joke. But, I’m not so sure. There are definitely funny mom-blogs that hilariously chronicle the not-so-glamorous side of mothering. But, what I’m seeing seems to be different. It’s like it’s becoming trendy to be really indifferent to your children.
And, in light of that, there was a catch in my heart, as I thought about posting about my love for my baby: “I won’t be cool.”
Ack. Isn’t that awful?
Dear God, forgive me.
I will be the first to admit that mothering is hard, and that it’s not all rejoicing and felicity. One teensy sentence in Christy’s blog last fall brought me to tears, and I heartily concur:
I had no idea that trying to raise them in the nurture and admonition of the Lord would be so hard on my heart.
But, I see mothering as beautifully powerful and fulfilling and challenging and glorious and humbling and exciting and mundane… all of it. And, yes, I’m sure I’d dress better if 98% of our clothing budget wasn’t going towards endless pairs of disappearing children’s socks, and there’s a part of me that is bummed by that. And, my home would certainly stay tidier if I didn’t have five children dumping their sand-filled shoes onto the bathroom floor, and that will certainly drive me nuts, every time; it’s hard to rejoice over that one. So, it’s not like I think we all need to run around in denim jumpers (ack, again!), never get a pedicure (though I’ve never had one), and lose our sense of joy over anything BUT mothering, and never confess our struggles. However, I find it really disturbing that there appears to be a growing number of mothers who revel in anti-motherhood.