Mothering performance anxiety
The Good Mother Myth: Redefining Motherhood to Fit Reality is NOW AVAILABLE. I am simultaneously thrilled and terrified by this.
Thrilled because the talent in the book is staggering, including feminist writers both famous (Jennifer Baumgardner, Jessica Valenti) and really-should-be-famous (the blogging brains behind blue milk, Black Girl in Maine, The Feminist Breeder, and Raising My Boychick to name a few).
Terrified because my essay in the book contains some of the most vulnerable writing I’ve ever shared in public, and I fear that when you read it, you will judge me a BAD MOTHER.
I’m not kidding.
Oh Philosoraptor! DON’T GO THERE.
Luckily I have a dear friend who is also a mother-writer, and she thought the essay was good. Another dear friend, a mother who is more the mathy-sciencey type, thought the essay was good too. But as Paul Westerberg once sang, “the ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please.” It’s not enough for my FRIENDS to like it: I want EVERYONE to like it.
I want everyone to like me. To tell me that what I unloaded in the essay doesn’t make me a freak, or gawd forbid, a bad mother.
All of this anxiety from something I wrote in a book that breaks down the myth of the good mother??
Help a mom out, won’t you? Pick up a copy of the book and tell me what you think. Great reviews of it are in Literary Mama, Brain Child, Parents magazine and elsewhere: click on this link to read more.
Look at me trying to convince you that the book is actually good. DAMMIT! When will I ever learn?!