I wanted to write a full post about this.
About the supposed Mommy Wars.
About how completely I do not buy into this adversarial narrative that is constantly shoved down my throat.
About how most attachment parents I know are not competitive or sanctimonious at all and how we’re all parents and should focus on sharing and supporting each other.
About how shifting the focus onto mommy vs. mommy is simply a distraction from the fact that motherhood is still a liability in western culture because patriarchy.
But then I read this. (Trigger warning: discussion of mental illness, bipolar disorder and suicide.)
And I realised that my personal discomfort with the ‘class warfare’ and bourgeois mother goddesses, is nothing compared the the mothers who struggle every day to be a good parent.
Please, read the post. It’s heartbreaking, inspiring and beautiful.
I need to go cry now.
Poly Momma 