Museum of Motherhood

feminism almost killed me and my baby, part I

By: Jowita Bydlowska

The first year is the hardest. I met with a new mom friend today and she turned to me and said, “If I had any idea… I would’ve been there, every day.” But the thing is, she wouldn’t and neither would I be there for any new mom except for maybe my sister in the future. This friend, who’s seriously sleep-deprived, has two grannys who come by to take over most of the evenings. She just sleeps then. She’s one of the few people whom I’ve never seen angry, never heard saying anything that indicated she’s ever been angry and I’ve known her for a few years including the time where we both worked at a place that would make Mother Theresa loose her cool. So it was strange to hear her joke about how crazy motherhood was and how there’s no way she’s going to have another kid, and that she’s starting to be “short” with her partner. She looks at his sleeping face in the middle of the night while bouncing the baby and she just wants to… she never finished because I interrupted her and finished for her. I wanted to. Many, many times.

Now, I have very little patience naturally and have spent a year being angry at my partner – at least that’s what he says and he’s probably right even though I wasn’t really angry at him. I was angry at the situation (and no, I do not not like being a mom – I just don’t like being “just” a mom).

Entire Article Here:




No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: