I've been reading a lot of articles lately about mothering and parenting. As some of you know, this is a place of special passion for me. I've been there. I've been criticized my own fair share. I'm not going to say I'm a perfect mom. Far from it. Often I'm a worn out, frazzled, messy house, haven't showered in so long I can't remember disaster. But I feel compelled to address this fractioned, mom-warred out mess we find ourselves in as mom's today.
It comes in every form - stay at home mom, working mom, nursing mom, bottle feeding mom, adopted mom against adopted mom…yes! Even within these categories that you think we could find unity, we're attacking each other. Reading a blog post from a fellow adoptive mom yesterday and reading the comments that people, probably well-meaning, were posting, I was astonished and heart-broken to find that in this common experience of motherhood and parenting we can somehow find the time and energy to be mean. And that's all there is to it. It's just…mean.
Let's get a few things out on the table. I don't care what your skin color is. You know what? A dog is a dog is a dog. It doesn't matter if it comes in fluffy or wiener. Doesn't it make it any less of a dog. We are part of the HUMAN race. Skin color doesn't matter. That doesn't make you a different human than me. So stop with the "these children are better or somehow more worthy than these because they are _________ color or from ___________ country or were born into my family or were brought in by adoption". I'm tired of hearing it.
We've all heard the term "mommy wars". And we've all cheered on certain articles calling it out. But good grief people. Give it up. We're so caught up in our tabloid society and what we see so and so doing or not doing and somehow thinking it's our business. Do you want to know what our business is? Supporting each other. Finding that mom that's struggling and coming along side her. Noticing that mom that "looks" like she's got it all together is just as broken as you and I. How dare we presume to know enough to judge each other. Yes - there are lines. There are things that are black and white, flat out wrong. So if you're hitting your kids, or screaming and verbally and emotionally abusing them - that's not what I'm talking about. You need help - love your kids, love your family enough to humble yourself and get it. I'm talking about the moms in the grey zone. That's me. Five kids - 4 boys and a girl. 4 biological and 1 international adoption. 4 with food and environmental allergies. Struggles with ADHD type behaviors, high activity levels, anxiety, attachment issues, self-harm…it's the grey zone where there is often no clear cut black and white and it's the zone we need to be embracing and supporting each other in.
We all know the categories of moms - the nursing moms, the co-sleeping moms, the everything organic moms, the stay at home moms, the super moms, the working moms. The list goes on. And yet, it seems even within these categories we can't seem to find the simple ability to uplift each other. The article I happened on yesterday was specific to a mom who had adopted a child that was horribly broken - reactive attachment disorder, abandonment issues. And yet she was being attacked. This family that had made this incredibly difficult decision, was standing by their child with every ounce of strength and love they could muster was being attacked. Let me make something crystal clear. Your family is not mine. And vice versa. Everyone of us comes into this whole parenting mess with a different weight on our shoulders. Different baggage, different life experience, different personalities. And then you add a spouse and children to that. And you get more. More baggage, more mistakes, more life experience, more personalities. How can I possibly have the pride to look at your family and say somehow not only do I know what's going on, but I also have superior tactics to deal with it?
Even in our adoption, this rings incredibly true. I've been discouraged lately in my reading from adoptive families. I'm not talking about all the chaos surrounding adoption…older child vs younger, one country vs another, U.S vs foreign, etc. I'm talking about that same family makeup. Take all those things - personalities, life experience, baggage and mix them up with a child that has experienced more terror and pain and loss than any child should. That's ANY adoption. Even a newborn - that first and primal bond with their mother was just severed. Loss. Trauma. And then put them in a family. Let's say it's for "the right reasons" (yes, there are wrong ones…and I've heard them.) Yes, the experience has it's beautiful moments. Yes, it can also be incredibly hard. And every mom, every dad, every sibling is unique and will deal with it in a different way. Who am I to say that one is better than another? It's their experience. We got "lucky" in a lot of ways. Our daughter's hurts manifest themselves different than other kids I've seen - or maybe we were just equipped differently to deal with it. If your child is more wounded or more hurt from the loss they've come through, you don't need me to tell you that somehow there's something wrong with you or your family. And I don't need someone telling me. I don't need to attack that mom who's getting negative about her child (biological or adoptive) - it's a cry for help, for my support, for my love. Because how do I know next week that won't be me? How do I know I wouldn't be reacting just like her in her situation? I don't need to attack that mom who's got it going good right now. They seem to have smooth sailing. She doesn't need to hear the nay-sayers tell her that might end. She needs my support and my love so if it does, I've got her back. God gave you your child. Adopted, biological, it doesn't matter. To quote Lilo and Stitch 'Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten". My family is my family. God gave us to each other. There is something uniquely ME that only I can give my children. Something they need from me, that only having me as their mother will meet. Even in those really bad, rotten, no good, very bad days. If God wanted you to parent them, you'd have them. And the same holds true for you. If God wanted me to have your kids, I'd have them. There is something about you that makes you ideally suited to be their parent. And instead of criticizing you and assuming you're messing it up, I'm going to choose to love you and assume you're getting it right.
The HUMAN race. Right now, you and I have the incredible privilege of raising the next generation. We'll mess up. I guarantee it. Maybe I've got the President, the next great scientific mind that will cure cancer or AIDS. Maybe you do. Maybe I'm raising the next Billy Graham. The next Mozart. Maybe my child is that kid that grows up and saves the world. Maybe not. Maybe they grow up to be solid citizens. Moms and dads that stay together no matter what, who love the people around them and give generously. That's good enough for me. I'm going to keep going. And when I see you having a rough day with your child, I'm not going to assume that it's because you're a bad mom. I'm not going to assume that if you knew what I do, somehow it would easier or you'd be better for it. Do me a favor, and do the same for me. And that mom down the street. And that mom in front of you at church or the grocery store. Assume she's doing the best she can. Assume that you can support her by being a friend (maybe that means pointing her toward something that's helped you, maybe not…believe me, you don't have all the answers). Assume her kids are human beings, the same as yours, and treat her and them like they are. Assume you can love her. We're in this together. Let's act like it.
