Earth Mother Meltdown
5 February 2014
The whole Earth Mother thing is a bit of a grey area for
me. Exactly what do Earth Mother duties
encompass? How natural is natural
really?
Does it mean loving unconditionally, and without
prejudice? And having a heart that is
willing to take on more and more kids – not just your own, but others as
well? Does it mean a holistic approach
to raising kids? Does it mean no smacking? Does it mean home-grown this and free-range
that? Does it mean wearing tie-dye and
having long flowing hair? Does it mean
washing and bathing in mountain streams and using olive oil for simply
everything from body lotion to cooking?
Does it mean wheat free and gluten free?
Does it mean vegan? Does it mean,
saying to your kids calmly, “Leaf, Mommy doesn’t like it when you use your
angry voice. Rather find your inner
centre and speak from a place of healing”, as opposed to saying, “Luke if you
speak to me like that again, I will cut you”?
Does it mean incense and transcendental meditation? Does it mean spiritual and emotional growth
for you and your child at the exact same harmonious moment?
I really don’t quite get it.
Perhaps it’s rather a feeling of parenting with love. Of putting your child’s best interests first.
Of making this whole parenting thing
look fairly easy.
Either which way, my perception of being an Earth Mother is
hazy. Apart from the pretty clear
conviction that I don’t qualify, even remotely, to be one.
However, if it means loving your kids. Then I’ve got that bit down pat.
Anyway, so the crux of my story is this – Earth Mothers can
be a bit condescending of us mere mortal types.
The way they’re quickly able to whip up a three course meal, whilst
juggling four kids, two still in nappies and another three over for a
playdate. All this whilst hand-washing
their perfectly bleached pristine white linens, throwing together a gorgeous
flower arrangements and doing a quick batch of home-made play dough for their
youngest, while at the same time making ice lollies from freshly squeezed
oranges, from their own garden. You get
the point.
So a friend of mine has a friend. In fact she has many. The friend’s friend, is a career woman of
note. A medical doctor, with a passion for
her field. So passionate that she has
made a career out of specialising and continuing her studies. Having a deep seated desire for more and more
knowledge, in her quest to help more and more people. The doctor friend, also happens to be a mom,
who loves her kids dearly. Ironically,
she is NOT an Earth Mother. However, she
is a mother who deeply loves her kids.
Yet still manages to have an exciting, thriving career of her own. It is awesome and she is completely and
utterly fulfilled. And her life is
good. Busy, but good.
Her sister on the other hand, is the original Earth
Mother. The one we’ve all heard
about. Perfect mom. Selflessly dedicated to her kids. And it’s awesome, as she is also completely
and utterly fulfilled. And her life is
also good. Busy, but good.
Yet somehow, for all of her Earth Mother goodness, she is
very critical of her sister’s need for a very demanding career. And often vocally admonishes her sister for
her choices. But here’s the thing – she
got to make her choices. And her sister
made hers.
You know what happens next right? Earth Mother gets bitten on the bum.
Whilst the two families were together one fine day, Earth
Mother’s five year old child, was particularly badly behaved. I’m not sure that Earth Mother’s child knew,
that he wasn’t supposed to be. Possibly
he didn’t get the memo. And so Earth
Mother said loudly, so that all could hear, “If you do that again, I will put
you in the hall cupboard for two minutes”.
Yes – very Earth Mother.
Once again, we know what happens next right? Earth Mother’s child didn’t get the memo that
he was supposed to be perfect. He
misbehaved once more. And thus, in a
grand show of consistent disciplining, to a great audience, Earth Mother
whisked her child off, admonished him loudly, and put him in the dark hall
cupboard, with strict instructions to stay there until she opened the door.
I would imagine that everyone was sufficiently
traumatised. More than likely horrified.
By all accounts the howling was ear deafening. Carrying on and on and on.
I’d like to think that even Earth Mother, despite her
anger, felt at least some remorse, while all this was carrying on. But to great fanfare, she had drawn a line in
the sand. And if she was going to have
any Earth Mother clout after this, she simply had to stick it out.
And then the allotted time, was finally finished. To great relief of all, Earth Mother finally
opened the hall cupboard.
To discover, that in her anger and desire to show to all
how very Earth Mother she was, she had slammed her little boy’s fingers in the
doorjamb.
And not realising that his cries were cries of pain, and not
anger and humiliation at being disciplined, had left him there, with the door
firmly closed. On his poor little
fingers.
I do believe she has never lived it down. Many years have passed, yet the memory still
lingers.
It was apparently very humbling for her. An eye opener. And after that day, she found greater
tolerance for her career driven sister.
Spending less time, admonishing her for her mistakes, and more time
accepting her for the awesome mother she was.
Karma has a wicked sense of humour.
PS: Though I don’t
know for sure, I would like to imagine that the little boy recovered
quickly. That his mom gave him loads and
loads of cuddles and kisses. And possibly
heaps and heaps of ice cream too.
Chances are, it was even shop bought.
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