New study reveals: Mothers are human too
Last Christmas I got such a completely crazy coffee mug again. "Mothers are angels, only without wings" is written on it. With a heartwarming map of a friend that she finds it so admirable, how I manage so great with three children, the household and the job. I would like to have fun with the card and the cup? you do not want to be ungrateful? but unfortunately, both just do not apply. I am a mother, yes. But the thing with the angel and the attribute "admirable" unfortunately have nothing to do with reality. I'm just the best mother I can be. An honest, authentic, anxious mother. Angelic is the result of my efforts but certainly NOT. At the very most, I sometimes remember a bit about these apostates, Lucifer. The troublemaker among the winged. I can almost make trouble as well as my brood, when I am in the right mood or in time trouble. They have to have the gene somewhere.
Connis mother is a mythical creature
Let's be honest, the comparison with angels probably lags with most mothers. What we can actually say well: We are very gullible. At least at the beginning. At the beginning of our glamorous super-mom career, we readily believe in the existence of these ever-patient mothers, found in children's books à la Conni with a bow in their hair or Bobo Dormouse. Honestly, they never lose their nerve. Never. Bobo turns off the vacuum cleaner twenty times. Mom laughs. Conni wants to shit for a fiftieth time. Mom is happy. In advertising, Muddi scrubbed with the brand new upholstery cleaner the chocolate stains from the sofa, while the sweet little girl is ruining the table cloth with his slippers. Zack, and we already think that we fail completely. Rabenmütter, we who also know feelings like anger, helplessness and hysteria. But after eleven years of motherhood, I have finally understood: All these super-mothers in books, movies and advertising, someone has just made up. They are just as real as Mickey Mouse, Rapunzel and Kim Kardashian's buttocks. And yet, they make sure that mothers around the world are ashamed of being "real." A bit awful at times, with emotional depths and moral deficits. Just real people.
Yeah, damn, I'm so bad sometimes
I was happy about the compliment of my four-year-old son lately. "Mom, sometimes I hate you, but then I love you again." THAT is credible. Quite rightly, the little one finds me sometimes totally shit. I am too. And yet he loves me again afterwards. He regularly forgives me for hounding him too much in the morning because I planned badly. He always gets over the fact that I do not feel like playing Playmobil with him. It also does not seem to ruin our relationship that sometimes I get louder than the decibel prescription for kids headphones that would be good, and sometimes because of silly trivia. One day, hopefully, he'll forget that once I dumped the contents of his childrens surprise ice cream, though I promised to take care of it.
Maybe "bad" is sometimes "just right"
The good thing is that love can do a lot? between parents and children anyway. I'm sure that if mothers had to be perfect to educate cool people, then there would not be any cool people. In fact, almost everyone can tell a story in which his mother's angel wings but so flown from the ears. BÄM! One has never sent the lovingly crafted postcards of her daughter to the Tiger Duck Club. No wonder she never won anything. The next one has not once turned up for a soccer match of her son. Yet another has left her offspring believing that her father was the real Superman at night, which earned her a lot of ridicule at school. No maternal brilliance, no. Not an angelic approach. But deeply human. There are simply reasons why the movie "Bad Moms" is going so well. We all need a bit of antidote for the Conni-mothers in between. So that we are reminded again that mothers are only human. Now we only have to teach that to the rest of humanity. We are also welcome to hate us a bit, we can really understand that.
