And it’s still bugging me.
I automatically want to set this up my saying that I appreciate the concept – outside of the $$ of t-shirt sales – that moms need more recognition and appreciation, blah, blah, blah. But, I now suspect that this, in and of itself, is part of the problem that I have with it. My personal spiritual issues aside, and assuming the desired end result is to get to heaven: why can’t all dads go to heaven? [okay, that’s rhetorical. I know there are some slacker dads out there, but Mr.Q is not one of them and, if the desired end result is, indeed, heaven, then he deserves to go much more than I] Why not all firefighters? Or ethical dog breeders who aren’t really puppy mills? Or drivers who obey school zones speed limits?
It may get back to simply being unable to say all or nothing. Who are all these perfect moms, high on their sunshine-lit pedestals, and how do I get to be one of them?
Oh, wait. I don’t want to be one of them. The whole thing smacks a little of another way to separate and stratify segments of the population. I am a mom. I’m proud of that. I like to think I’m not totally screwing up. But there are people out there doing far more to nurture, heal and save more lives every day as I am sitting in my stained yoga pants, scooping up squash on a spoon – and they are the ones who need to be up on whatever pedestals we feel the need to create.
Besides, I’m afraid of heights.