Happy Mother's Day or Suck It Time Magazine

So it's happened again.  Something has caused me to stop writing fluff about fluffy stuff that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.  But every now and then something ruffles my Mom feathers, causing an emotional response (I hate that) and I have to open my big, fat, nationality unknown (I posted about that a long time ago) mouth and type about it on my little read blog.

You know what's coming next don't you...

This cover pisses me off.  It is meant to be titillating (pun intended) but not very meaningful...not something I would expect from Time magazine...The National Inquirer, yes...Us magazine, yes...not Time.  It also ticks me off that I had to put down my People magazine in order to download this issue of Time to my Kindle.  There had to be something in the article to justify this sort of sensationalism, right?  Wrong.  I found the article to be interesting...I learned a lot about the background of Dr. Sears and his wife.  I learned about attachment parenting and about the other camp (like Ferber) who support an entirely different style of parenting.  And you know what?  I don't care what you do with your boobs...who you feed (or not), for how long (or little) and why you think your way is the best way.  I really don't.  I am also not interested in seeing you breast feed your kid in church whether he is 2 months old, 2 years old or 12 years old...but that is my own personal issue and not a statement on breastfeeding.  I would also be quite uncomfortable on a nude beach even though it would be completely natural for people to be showing their bits and pieces. 

The thing is, parenting is hard...so freakin' hard some days that you may or may not have contemplated selling your kids to the circus or getting on the next plane to wherever.  We ALL know this even if you are afraid to say it out loud!  No offense to you Dad's out there but since you can't breast feed (lucky bastards) Imma gonna leave you out of this one.  Mom's...we make what seems like millions of decisions from the time we grow people in our belly (or not, there are many ways to make babies) in order to make sure (fingers crossed) that we send kind, generous of heart people out into the world with a good sense of self and solid foundation to turn to when they face challenges.  You would think that taking on such an enormous responsibility would make us turn to each other for support and camaraderie.  That we would find comfort hearing "I know exactly how you feel" from other Mom's.  Instead we like to beat the snot out of each other.  Rather than compassion for one another we judge each other...what's up with that?  Like you don't question what you're doing enough that you need to question what another Mom is doing too?  Shame on me (I don't live in a glass house) and shame on you.  And shame on Time magazine for throwing gasoline on the Mommy Wars that already piss all over Motherhood. 

"I'd like to be the ideal mother, but I'm too busy raising my kids." - Unknown

Happy Mother's Day!