As soon as I started reading it, I knew I had stumbled upon gold.
Ok, I was kind of already expecting gold when I chose to click that I want to read it. But oh em gee, this did not disappoint.
The author has done some serious thinking and has gone down some serious rabbit holes. If you are a parent – or a mother of sorts – I’m fairly certain you, too, have felt like whatever you do, you aren’t good enough; whatever you do, you get judged for it; whatever you do, it's either too much or not enough. Or is it just me? yeah, I don’t think it’s just me.
Everyone loves judging mothers.
And then, I remember the social norm of the past decade – mommy needs wine. Wine time! look at those precious kids, I hate my life with them so much that I must drink daily! I don’t know about you, but for me, this trend was something that always made me think about barbiturates and other mommies' little helpers during the 1950s.
Ok, back to the book. The book is a refreshing take on motherhood. On all the impossible choices one must make. On all the impossible battles one must fight (and no, not win – as a mother, you never get to win, not in society, not at the workplace, not at home).
And no, it’s not a Girl, Wash Your Face inspirational, motivational, easy read. This is a deep dive, and it’s uncomfortable. And yet somehow comforting. Comfortingly uncomfortable. Uncomfortably comforting. A weird mix, I know.
This is a book for those who want to think. For those who love to think. For those who want to feel uncomfortably comfortable sitting with their own opinions and thinking about the world as it is, and about the world as it was, and the world as it used to be. And, yes, facing the future, too.
You got it, mama. You are enough, even if the world is (and was, and has always been, and will always be) set to make every mama feel as if she is not enough. That’s just the way it is. Bad mama, bad – take it as a praise. That is such a broad feminist look at it all, all within the pages of one tiny book that’s coming next year.