All tagged motherload
There is no doubt in my mind that we need more than one revolution to create a world that is worthy of our children. Looking around at the world through their eyes sometimes I can see only what’s wrong, what’s broken, what I don’t want for them. I see massive systemic issues that affect us on global, national, regional, and local scales. It’s overwhelming - and yet I have two small people who are looking to me to make things right for them.
The financial load, the physical, the cultural, the emotional, and the mental - they all add up to the MOTHERLOAD.
“You seem really upset. How can I help?”
It was a genuine question that came from a place of love and concern. And I totally lost my shit.
“I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP. I DON’T NEED A DAMN ASSISTANT!”, I screamed at Adam a few years ago and stomped away, sobbing. I’d hit the wall, hard.
Assuming that one does, indeed, get to choose to be a mother. And further assuming that one is physically able to have a child and or otherwise able to bring a child into your family. Assuming that this child is wanted and celebrated and the family is overjoyed.
This is not a hot take on Beth and Randall’s relationship in This Is Us. I’m not in that writer’s room and I don’t know if their marriage is in trouble or if it was just saved. The truth is that none of us ever know, in those major moments in our lives, whether we have just saved everyone or lit the match that will burn it all down.
That never stops. Our kids are going to keep taking what they need from us - time, attention, energy, patience - and they can either take from our overflow or from our bones. You have to put enough in that you have enough for you AND for them. It’s the impossible math of motherhood.
