Aug 20th 2008 06:46:45 pm
I read an essay (ok, essay is a bit too fancy a word for a blog post) today about how women who choose to have just one child are criticized by their multi-child peers. I am not so concerned (yet) with the number of children I end up having, but the author brought up one of my biggest turn-offs when it comes to having children at all: The Mommy Martyr Brigade. The blogger explains it this way:
“Which brings me to the Mommy Martyr Brigade, the women with three and four kids who complain and complain about how much they have on their plates. About how complicated it is. About how they have no time for anything and everything is a burden.” (via Burbia, via kirtsy)
I don’t want to choose any life path for myself that will (apparently) make me miserable. But the self-made martyr is certainly not limited to moms. The really scary part is that I have only recently realized that I am one of them! Argh. It took Oprah’s “What I Know For Sure” column in the most recent O magazine to spark one of her trademarked “Ah-ha” moments in my own brain about how I always take on too much and then end up complaining about it all. (No, I don’t subscribe to O. I bought this issue in a weak moment of PMS-induced melancholy.) In her column Oprah is describing how overwhelmed she is with all of the things she has to do - you know, running her school in Africa, trying to find a new CEO for her second television network, reviewing the press copy of her mag, and oh ya, taping her insanely popular television show. As Oprah went on and on about how incredibly BUSY she is all the time all I could think was ‘My God, woman. You don’t have to say yes to everything.’ If one of the richest, most powerful, most successful woman in the world can’t just take time to chill out, what is the point of it all? She, and all of us, have a choice. We don’t have to be constantly competing to be the smartest, coolest, most successful, most beautiful, most busy woman in the world. We can actually choose to focus our energy on only our favorite things, and get this: maybe enjoy our lives a little. Woah. It is sad that that was actually an epiphany for me.
I am not competitive in sports (because I suck at them), but by golly, in life I am going to be the best! Turns out there is no such thing as “best” and even if there was, you don’t get a prize. You just get to be miserable every day wondering whether someone else is doing a better job than you. I think it is time that I drop out of the “all-around competition”. (Did I mention that we have been watching a lot of the Olympics?)
Categories: Magazines, Thinking