Now before you all start forming an angry mob and start hunting me down based on the title of this piece, let me first say that I am a mom and I love being a mom. I even love being a mom when I’m disciplining my little one with horrific screams that might one day result in an aneurysm. For as long as I’ve been a mother (which is all of 7 years: 22 milk teeth and one Roter Virus episode), I’ve always assumed that all mothers eventually get into the swing of loving their little ones and eventually get used to the fact that the duties that come with being a mother can be ridiculously torturous and equally fun.
I, myself, had a few months of trouble adjusting to my little boy. As a firm believer in open communication, I really was not keen on this little blob of flesh screaming at me every five seconds. I mean really, how is it possible that I was expected to understand which scream meant what?
After a few months into realizing that my little blob owned me like I was the new guy in prison, I kind of started liking the idea that he knew who I was and that I was the one expected to drag my bum out of bed at ridiculous hours to feed him. I started loving that I could dote over him and at the same time try and mould him into a well-mannered, creative and inspired person in years to come.
So imagine my surprise when I googled something about mom’s who use their children’s health as an excuse for just about everything (totally different topic to be touched on) and stumbled across an article by a young mother ranting about how much she hated being a mom and how she hated her children and wished they were dead. After reading the rant and feeling a bit mortified, I checked my now 7-year-olds temperature and googled ‘I hate being a mom’, the results were astounding. In fact there were over 43 million similar search results.
So here’s the thing, I get that women suffer from PND and I fully understand that children are very difficult, demanding and time-consuming, but how exactly do you become the sort of person who dislikes their own children, parent’s of teenagers and adult delinquents excused? Don’t all toddlers and children act up and some stage or the other? Are the parents not responsible for how their children behave? As a mother to a 7-year-old who constantly pushes my buttons, it is my responsibility to discipline him. If he becomes a loud, obnoxious brat, I am solely responsible. There is no grey area in my opinion. His teacher or friends are not responsible for how he turns out, I am. So as far as all these women’s rants go about behavior I’m afraid that I feel that those little monsters are a direct result of how you manage them.
And then I had to ask myself how on Earth all these children came about. Were they dropped off with these women by chance or were the beamed down by Scotty? I’m afraid that logic has it that the same women moaning about their so-called brats are the same women who quite happily had sex and conceived them. If they had given some thought to the fact that sex led to children maybe they would have used a brain cell or two and used a condom or some form of contraception.
In all fairness, I’m not really too interested in their issues as I am in their childrens’ emotional well-being. I’m not the best mom in the world but I’m giving it my best. Am I alone in my feelings or are there more women out there who would rather send their kids to the slaughter then enjoy the few moments of heaven when their child smiles?
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