The Good Mother Myth

Long before I was an actual mother, I aspired to become merely a Good Enough Mother -- and avoid the grasp of the Good Mother Myth -- but its grasp was too strong. Just like it has been for the 36 women who wrote the diverse and provocative personal essays in The Good Mother Myth: Redefining Motherhood to Fit Reality, edited by one of my first favorite bloggers, Avital Nathman of Mamafesto.

I wanted to believe that I was unique somehow in wanting to avoid the impossible standards of maternal perfection that our culture sets for us. I believed that I was different than other mothers, for a few different reasons, and maybe those differences would shield me.

First, I wanted to believe that because of the model of my own childhood I would reject the idea that there was a single, "right" way to be a mother. I was a true "free range" kid -- before there was such a term -- growing up on a farm in the Adirondacks. My mother didn't agonize over her choices. She didn't hover, didn't obsess about what we ate, how we learned, or how we felt.

Second, I wanted to believe that because of the unexpected lessons that I learned about parenthood as a private school teacher that I would avoid this myth. I saw what happened when high-achieving, perfectionistic moms devote all of their energy and time to their child. From what I observed, they seemed pretty miserable and their children often suffered, becoming anxious and overly dependent on adults.

Finally, I wanted to believe that because of my scholarly knowledge of the destructiveness of these maternal standards that I would be immune. I had written a thesis on the transition to motherhood and knew all of the academic texts and theories about maternal anxiety and pressure. (My copy of The Cultural Contradictions of Motherhood from the 1990s, one of the original books about the effects of hyperparenting on women, is tattered and covered in notes and highlighting.) Most of my early graduate work was about feminism and motherhood.

Yet despite these experiences and knowledge, I was not unique nor immune. The forces of guilt, competition, and judgment were too strong.

During my pregnancy I was able to sustain what I thought was a healthy, relaxed attitude about the choices that I would soon face as a mother. I hired a doula and went to natural childbirth classes, but I told myself that I would also be okay with an epidural, if I felt like I needed one. I prepared to breastfeed -- taking a class during my pregnancy, buying breastfeeding books, and researching all the accessories (pillows, covers, pumps, bras) that I might need, but I told myself that it wouldn't bother me if breastfeeding somehow didn't work out.

I was sure that despite my own perfectionism, sometimes anxious temperament, and often competitive attitude, I would be that Good Enough Mother. I would be different. The one who's relaxed with her kids, always. The one who doesn't let the pressures of the playground or Pinterest affect her own conception of herself as a mother.

It didn't work out that way. It started early in my life as a mother, very early. I was still in the recovery room after an endless night of labor and pushing, followed by a harrowing, panicked emergency c-section that felt like something out of an operating room on a battlefield. A new doctor came into my room and tried to explain -- very clinically -- once again what had happened, why a seemingly routine labor ultimately resulted in such a difficult childbirth experience, one that could have easily ended without a successful outcome.

He said that my son's umbilical cord was too short for him to be delivered vaginally and that it was hard to detect this through normal ultrasounds during pregnancy. He said that they usually rely on reports from the mother about decreased fetal movements to investigate this possibility more thoroughly.

"You didn't notice that your baby moved infrequently?" he said. "Usually mothers notice that their baby's movements aren't vigorous or strong."

No, I hadn't noticed. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I did wonder why my son didn't move as often as my other pregnant friends' babies did, but I didn't bring it up to my OB/GYN and didn't think much of it. I was a first-time mother and had no idea what was "normal" in terms of fetal movement.

But right there, right then I was sure that I was a bad mother. Isn't that what this doctor was saying? In fact, maybe the worst. I didn't speak up, wasn't attuned enough to the rhythms and needs of my child to advocate for him. Within the first two hours of my son's life, I cried because I was sure that I was failing my son. (Also, I cried because I was on huge doses of IV pain medications.)

This feeling -- that achy, icky feeling in the pit of my stomach or sometimes right in my heart -- is one that I'm now familiar with. It's happened during a new mothers group meeting when another new mom told me that she was able to keep breastfeeding, despite her son's severe allergies, and that it wasn't too late for me and my son. I had stopped breastfeeding because I was too exhausted to work with a dietician to modify my diet because of my son's severe dairy and soy allergies. And also because I didn't want to breastfeed anymore. But in that moment, with this other happy and shiny faced mother telling me that she had succeeded at something that I didn't, I felt like a horrible mother.

I could go on. The examples are endless.

As time has passed, I've become much more confident in my choices. But I still feel it. That achy feeling in my stomach when I'm sure that I'm not meeting what is expected of me as a mother.

After reading this book, I'm more sure than ever that the way to cope with the anxieties and stress that we all feel as mothers (at least sometimes) is to share our stories. For me, this was the most powerful effect of this book: I realized in a real and moving way that I was not alone. I was not alone in not meeting all the maternal standards that our culture holds up for us, as well as the ones that exist primarily inside my own mind about the "right" way to be a mom.

However, I didn't feel "not alone" in a self-help, preachy sort of way. These aren't those kind of stories. These essays are raw, bold, and sometimes even defiant, exploring topics as diverse as the gender imbalance in school volunteering, mental illness, racial stereotypes, marijuana use, and infant prematurity.

These stories are all confessional and interesting in unique ways, but together as a collection they are even more powerful. Because it's not on the basis of one story, one woman's voice that we will be successful at debunking this mythology of the perfect mother. We will only be successful when more and more of us share our stories with each other, listening without judging, empathizing without criticizing in our own minds, and learning without comparing or competing.

What a great gift for a young mother. This collection of essays is the kind of book you will want to read one piece at a time, and leave yourself time in between to digest the information and decide how it might apply to your life. It's basically a collection of essays from Mothers that are from all walks of life. Some are encouraging, some reassuring, some thought provoking and some controversial. I thought it was a good representation of the spectrum of Motherhood in this day and age. Well written and well edited.
*I received my copy from NetGalley.com in exchange for an honest review.

I found The Good Mother Myth to be informative, eye opening, funny, and at times brought me to tears. No matter what type of mother you are, you will find yourself within this book. Whether you are a stay at home mom, working mom, lesbian mom, postpartum depressed mom, or a mom with physical or mental health issues. I definitely found many essays of the book that I could relate to. My favorite essay was by Amber Dusick. Oh my goodness! It was SO funny! I think this book is a must read for ALL mothers. 5 stars