When I sat down to blog this morning I was all set to write some funny anecdote about Jenna “frowing” up. Seriously she’s eight and genuinely thinks it’s called frowing up. I can’t bear to correct her; it was a beautiful glimpse of the little girl she still is.
I started perusing the internet and well, procrastinating, and came upon an article placing the blame for teenage obesity on moms, specifically improper toddler/mom bonding. The author vehemently wondered why all the blame is placed on moms, and not the impact of fathers. http://shine.yahoo.com/parenting/study-blames-moms-fat-kids-dads-of...
At first glance I agree with her. Then I thought about it a little more. Dads are important, I am not discounting that by any stretch, but who is ultimately responsible for the health and wellbeing of our children? I believe that moms are.
As a mom I happily embrace the blame for screwing up my own children. I don’t want to. I certainly don’t mean to, but should it happen, ultimately it would be my fault. I signed up for this responsibility when I got pregnant. Regardless of the ethics of abortion, only a woman can decide if she’s going to carry a baby to term. Short of locking her in a closet with bound hands and feet, if a woman REALLY doesn’t want to become a parent she will find a way not to be pregnant. To the inner-workings of my logic that makes the ultimate (existing as an underlying reality, when all other things are disregarded) responsibility for the baby a mothers responsibility. As such we should take the blame.
I am half afraid to say this next part…By shifting the blame for screwing up our children we are disregarding a fundamental part of being a mother, the mothering part...Read the rest here.