A working mother of two admits to one of parenthood’s last great remaining taboos: that parenting is often mind-numbingly tedious, and that she’d almost always rather be doing something other than watching “SpongeBob” or making runs to soccer practice.
The comments on this article offer a fascinating set of nuggets for would-be parents to chew on.
Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun: why was my attitude towards them so different?
While all my girlfriends were dropping important careers and occupying their afternoons with cake baking, I was begging the nanny to stay on, at least until she had read my two a bedtime story. What kind of mother hates reading bedtime stories? A bad mother, that’s who, and a mother who is bored rigid by her children.
I know this is one of the last taboos of modern society. To admit that you, a mother of the new millennium, don’t find your offspring thoroughly fascinating and enjoyable at all times is a state of affairs very few women are prepared to admit. We feel ashamed, and unfit to be mothers.