Is being a mom all its cracked up to be?

Facebook Memes are so plentiful, I know I’ve seen at least 500 different ones…. but then you see this:


Is Mothering really that great?   It seems like truly, some women once they have children, really don’t enjoy it.    Then you see works like this, by a single hard-working woman that wants to give her kids to best she can, Straight in One Drip at a time writes, : ““This is what always gets done, because it means a lot to me: The kids wear clean, unwrinkled clothes, and their hair is always clean and styled.  We eat really good breakfasts and dinners, and we are never out of Swiss chocolate, English Breakfast tea, or Vermont maple syrup.  The sink is never full of dishes, and all trash is taken out of the van when children exit” (51)


But then there are “women” and I put that in caps because my loathe of her is hard to convey, :

My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience.  It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edges nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.   Sometimes I seem to myself, in my feelings toward these tiny guiltless beings, a monster of selfishness and intolerance.  Their voices wear away at my nerves, their constant needs, above all their need for simplicity and patience, fill me with despair at my own failures, despair too at my fate, which i s to serve a function for which I was not fitted.   And I am weak sometimes from held-in rage.   There are times when I feel only death will free us from one another, when I envy the barren woman who was the luxury of her regrets but lives a life of privacy and freedom (21).

Were she not already dead I would lambast her, how dare she use my name without my permission, and in such a callous horrible way.  You see, my name is barren, whom she has envy for.   I felt white-hot rage, raw, real when I read this.   Who the hell does she think she is?    She didn’t deserve her children, the hell part of it all is that she later allowed her grown Children to read this garbage.  How would you feel if you read that your mother would find death to be pleasurable to part that bond?     When I Googled her name I saw these blog posts mourning her death.    My thoughts?  GOOD RIDDANCE!    I will happily think about Susan Straight, who iced cupcakes in the back of her van for a party for her daughter’s school.




2 thoughts on “Is being a mom all its cracked up to be?

  1. Hey there, Michele Yoakum Rebeiro McBee. How ya been? Are you a “lolyer” yet? How’s that little juvenile delinquent of yours? Hunter, right? Still idolizing criminals? Still hanging around with the worst kids in school? And how’s your flabby husband, Alan? Still pretending that he’s working on a Ph.D. even though he has only one year of community college under his ever expanding belt?

    I see you’re still trying to hold yourself up as a paragon of motherhood. Did you really believe you could fly under the radar? Bwahahahahahahaha! You are a marginally educated simpleton who writes like a hillbilly with a brain disorder and you will ALWAYS be easy to recognize.

    • Um, I think you have the wrong person. My name is Ashley Cook, I wrote this stuff as a project for my class the University of North Carolina at Greensboro for the class American Motherhood BLS-386. The instructor’s name is Carrie Levesque. I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and I’m not sure why you felt the need to attack me. If you had noticed I mentioned that I am BARREN, I’m infertile and have a rare genetic immune deficiency called Hyper Immuno-globulinemia E. I suggest if you have a problem and don’t believe it you call me and we’ll settle it face to face.

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