The Honor and Pleasure of Being a Mother
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I’ve been getting a lot of thanks today for my work as a mother. I just wanna say, it’s my pleasure!
I’ve also heard a lot today about the sacrifices mothers make, and I have a few thoughts on this.
The idea of sacrifice that often surrounds conversations on motherhood is a little one dimensional. ‘Sacrifice' in the practical context of motherhood is really just about opportunity cost. Time is limited and finite. You have to decide what to do with the time you have in support of your mission in life. You've got to make tradeoffs as a mom. Want to have patience for your kids tomorrow? Well, you should probably sleep tonight instead of staying up late talking to friends on the phone. Want to avoid tantrums at bedtime? You might need to leave that event early despite the great time you're having. But people make these tradeoffs all the time in the name of personal gain in different contexts, and with less bathing in the drama of the idea of self-sacrifice. To be leaner, you’ve gotta eat less, or eat the same and move more. Want bigger muscles? You need to lift. Want a better job? You need to hone your skills and network. Practically speaking, these tradeoffs are no different in parenthood. Want to raise functional kids? You've got to do the things you believe support this outcome.
But you're not sacrificing yourself - that's a pretty silly thought considering all the tremendous benefits that come along with being a mother. But put aside all the obvious opportunities for love and joy and a sense of accomplishment that come from being a mom, and put aside even the fact that it’s still totally possible to take care of yourself, and think instead of all the unavoidable hard work and suffering: There is meaning in this! The 'sacrifices' you make are for you.
Now, there is another group of women I'd like to thank today - the women who spew rhetoric about independence and identity and how they don't want to give themselves over to being "just a mom." Thanks to your sacrifice, I have a very clear picture of why my choice to drop that mindset was a good one. Because of your stubborn dedication to lonely materialism, I have a great example to offer my children when I advise they do more with their lives than become just another cog in the machine.
I'd like to say I hope you change your minds, but I'm currently undecided on this. After all, perhaps your sacrifice helps nature select against the traits that support globohomo. Who knows, you might just save the world.
But to those of you on the fence, I repeat: time is limited. If you're unsure if having a family you can chill with and enjoy for the rest of your life is important to you, there is at least one thing you can know for sure: you don't have forever to choose.
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Great essay. I wish there was more on this - there seems to be a sea of thinkpieces wallowing around in this idea of self-immolation when it comes to motherhood, and how you kiss goodbye to your old identity like you're setting everything you know and love on fire. Motherhood is a change in everything, but so is arguably moving to another state - your routines and scenery and relationships change, but you adapt, and who you are at your core shouldn't dramatically alter, unless you're a phenomenally flaky sort of individual.
I mean, people change after they go to college, but you don't see overdramatic blog posts about how freshmen should prepare for an utter shift in personality - probably because colleges would prefer people keep enrolling. The birthrate, on the other hand, is seeing a keen drop, in part because of this disgustingly grueling portrayal of motherhood by narcissistic mommy bloggers who have nothing better to do than whine about how helicopter parenting Bradelyn is smothering their creative spirit, or something. (The only proper response to that dreck is "Get the hell over yourself!" but that seldom goes down well with these sorts.)