Many mom bloggers wrote great rebuttals to the New York Times story, “Honey, Don’t Bother Mommy. I’m Too Busy Building My Brand.”
There are links to many of them here.
I was going to just leave it alone. The other bloggers said it really well, and I figured there wasn’t much left to say.
But I kept thinking about the article. What was it that bothered me so much?
Was it the condescending line in the opening paragraph that referred to mom bloggers as the “Minivan Set”?
Was is the statement taken out of context about the blogger who received 28,549 page views of her tutu tutorial?
Was it the description of the attendees at Bloggy Bootcamp that made them sound like members of a high school pep squad?
Sure, all that is irritating. But there’s something else. And I couldn’t put my finger on it until yesterday.
There is an underlying tone in the article of disbelief that moms could and would actually take themselves and their interests seriously. That they would be audacious enough to want to learn, and *gasp* maybe even make some money. After all, we’re just a bunch of silly women who do laundry, and wipe noses all day.
Society seems to view motherhood as a handicap. The children who cling to our hands and hang on our legs are the growths that impede us.
Motherhood is or should be so all consuming that we can not learn, can not achieve, can not dream beyond what we’re making for dinner. Once a woman gives birth suddenly she stops growing, losing every aspect of herself, but the one that nurtures children.
On the contrary. The nitty-gritty, self-sacrificing work that motherhood is has stretched me, taught me about myself, my abilities and my desires more than any desk job ever could.
It’s only natural that women who experience motherhood seek out new endeavors, be it grad school, a business start-up or, yes, even blogging.
I am a mom. I am a blogger. I am so much more than that.
New York Times, don’t bother me. I busy living my life.