Saturday, May 06, 2006

Repressed Mothers In America

I'm confused. Mother's Day cards and flowers lined the grocery store aisles this morning. My daughter emailed me wanting to know what I would like for a Mother's Day gift. And on Sunday, May 14 we will celebrate my motherhood and honor all the other mothers in America.

Monday morning, us mothers and future mothers will crawl back into the repressive box that our new society seems to think is our proper place. Proper place? Yes. If you want to be a mommy, stay barefoot, stay home. If you want to have a life outside of the home, you are a bad mommy. You will be a punished mommy. So, don't mention to your future or present employer that you want or have children. If you do, plan for mediocrity in the workplace--if you get that much enthusiasm. And still, the pseudo-religious big mouths squawk "Family Values!"

Checking out of the grocery store this morning, the cashier held back tears. She told me that her mortgage lender just repossessed her home, and her sons had to move back with their father. "I don't feel like a very good mother," she confessed as she swiped my milk and eggs across the scanner. "I'm 40-years-old and I've lost my home and kids. I can't work any harder or get any more overtime than I already do. Listen, if you hear of an affordable apartment in a safe neighborhood, let me know." I remain confused.

What is motherhood in America?

3 comments:

Just a person said...
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Just a person said...

Growing up I remember one particular Mothers Day, the best Mother's Day of my childhood. My family, with a strong religious background, had gathered together. Everyone spilled from the house to the back yard on a beautiful sunny day. The presence of family was the Mother's Day "gift".

It felt good to look up and see all the adults. It felt good to look straight ahead and see my peers. Some of my peers lived in single parent homes. The most memorable moment was when I heard someone call out for "Mom". I then heard "yes", "yes", "yes". It sounded like a "yes" train going through the back yard. There were four generations present. Three generations of mothers automatically responded to the call of "Mom".

I am proud that my own child is now grown to be a responsible, successful, and good person. That's my idea of motherhood in America and true family values.

The comment that I have earned the right to voice: It is such a shame that we have now become so focused with views of pseudo-religious big mouths squawking "Family Values!" that some of us have lost sight of "true family values". Shame on those who USE religion to repress or promote a political, financial, societal or personal agenda! The sad cashier at the grocery store has them to thank.

Charmaine Coimbra said...

To Just a Person, AMEN!