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.