The Irony of Writing About Motherhood

You don’t have to look hard to find us, because we have boldly staked claims in our corner of the internet. We are stay-at-home moms who write about the life-changing task of motherhood.

We all have something to say and a sympathetic audience, so why not say it? Mothering can consume us, and it’s such a relief to reach out and connect with others in similar shoes. Ah, what comfort—we are not alone. And if we are able to help someone weather a rough patch or solve a problem with our words, so much the better.

But writing about motherhood contains an internal and inescapable irony. I see it in my own words about campfire memories and wildflower bouquets, when I write about spending time with my family, about seeing my children before they are grown and gone.

How did I write those words? I sat down at the computer and said “just wait, sweetie” and pecked at the keyboard and served hot dogs for supper.

To write about motherhood I must abandon the duties of which I write. I ignore the sticky floor and the stickier kitchen counter so I can pen missives about having proper priorities. I put off cleaning the outgrown clothes out of drawers so I can write about that day the snake crawled under my refrigerator.

This abandonment is not exclusive to writing: Sewing, scrapbooking, and cake decorating can demand equal commitment and time. But writing trips me up the most.

I wrestle with this contradiction, my responsibilities on one hand, the words on the other, and me caught in the middle. Or is it my children caught in the middle?

I hope not. I pray not.

Because that would be the greatest irony: to neglect my children so that I can write about motherhood.

2 thoughts on “The Irony of Writing About Motherhood

  1. I have done that already. Forsook my duties to edit pictures or write a post. One thing I do try to do is to do those things after the children are in bed. On the other hand, whether sewing, scrapbooking, or whatever you may like to do, I think we have to sometimes overlook the sink full of dishes, dust, etc., and take time to do things we enjoy as well

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