Giving Birth

Literally, and figuratively.

It’s Mother’s Day. And, as you know, I’m a mother. I went from being the kind of person who said things like, “My kids will only have one toy out at a time and being a mom will not define me,” to living in the decor equivalent of a daycare center and mentioning my kids in the first 30 seconds of meeting someone. Being a mom has (of course!) taken over my life. And while I find myself recoiling from all the trappings of millennial motherhood (phrases like “mama tribe,” and mom-empowerment memes on dusty-pink backgrounds especially), I am also distinctly a millennial mom, and I do get sucked in to the part that serves to tip a hat to moms and all the ways they keep the world turning by dealing with other people’s bullshit. How’s that for a run-on?

And there is so much bullshit. Both in terms of the day to day to-do’s of momming, and the things people want/expect from you, and then the things you want/expect of and for yourself.

You try to be a good person, try to do the right thing. But …