A year or so ago, a celebrity gave an interview to a trashy tabloid news magazine (for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the celebrity, suffice to say, I have T-shirts older than her) and in that interview, she referred to herself as a single mother because her NHL hockey player husband was away for weeks at a time.
The internet exploded.
Single mothers everywhere saw red…..then purple……then pretty much every
other color of the spectrum as they threw fits of rage and spewed venom.
It was spectacular.
Then came the “us” against “them” brigades, trying to dictate who had the right to call themselves a single mother and who didn’t.
I read quietly from the cheap seats and bit my tongue.
There were even memes on Facebook cataloging just how hard it was when married women (or men) had a spouse that traveled extensively, again citing the fact that they felt like they were single parents and how difficult it was to hold everything together.
Some of the people who shared these memes are people I
consider good friends and whom I respect deeply, so it didn’t bother me.
The thing that did bother me was the fact that, yet again, woman was turning against woman, trying to shame, explain, ridicule, and devalue someone else’s experience because it wasn’t the same as theirs.
It really saddened me.
Throughout millennia, women have been oppressed. We have been beaten, branded, stoned, burned, subjugated, brushed aside, marginalized, and exploited. Every inch of progress we have gained as a gender we owe to the women who have gone before and have suffered so much and sacrificed all.
And yet, it took one question to put us back at each other’s throats.
Where does this come from?
I have an eight-year-old daughter, and with her, it started in Junior Kindergarten. For two years, she had a frenemy that was, in turn, kind one day and sneaky and cruel unkind the next.
My daughter was ostracized and excluded to the point where she suffered from anxiety which manifested itself in physical symptoms. She didn’t want to go to school and was in pain EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Why are young girls conditioned to be cruel to each other? Is it because we don’t have the physical strength of men, so instinctively, we realize we must utilize covert means to get what we want?
If so, why does it manifest so early in our young women? I
wish I had the answers. If you go online
you will find a plethora of information, papers, and theories that will attempt
to explain the phenomenon of girl-on-girl crime, but nothing will really give
any concrete way to solve the problem.
Either way, the “single mom” debate inspired some real
animosity from both sides.
And I don’t get it.
I’m a single mom. I’m the type of single mom that does it all. My babydaddy child’s father lives across the country, and although he is a good man, we don’t see him much. When I was pregnant, I saw him even less and had to go through the whole process alone.
My experience as a single mom has been one of bone-deep weariness, gut-wrenching anxiety, loneliness, crushing responsibility, and endless….and I do mean endless amounts of guilt…that I am continuously fucking messing up.
But it’s also the experience of raising a beautiful, bright, funny, awesome little human who is, in SO many ways, a gift from the Universe. Every single day, I have moments where I know it was all worth it because she is the greatest love I will ever know.
So, just because I define my “single mommyhood” with these parameters, does that give me the right to judge others who call themselves single mothers?
I don’t think
so. After all, isn’t it about
perspective?
To the mother in a loving marriage who must hold down the fort while her husband is away for weeks at a time, YES, you are a single mom.
To the mother that has 50/50 custody of their children who works like a fiend when her kiddos are at her ex’s because she doesn’t want to be still long enough to realize how much she misses them, YES, you are a single mom.
To the mother that has to drive her children two hours to their spouse’s house every other weekend so they can get quality time with their father, because even though the round-trip drive is exhausting, you know how important it is for them to have time with their father, YES, you are a single mom.
We are all
single moms.
There is room enough on that pedestal
for all of us.
P.S. There’s also room for all of you single dads too.
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I’ve been thinking lately about judgment. What it is, how often we do it, WHY we do it to others, and how it makes us feel when others judge us. The sad fact is, as a parent to a child with special needs, and in particular a neuro-diverse child where the disability is on the inside and not apparent from the outside, I have experienced more than my fair share of judgment.
According to the great God Google, judgment
is defined as “the ability to make
considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions”. I find this rather ironic, since more often
than not, the conclusions made about single parents, and particularly single
parents of children with ANY type of exceptionality contain neither
consideration or common sense.
Judgment is not necessarily a bad thing. Let’s face it, we make 1000 judgments a day just to stay alive and maintain a peaceful existence. We judge if we have enough time to make the light safely before it turns red, we judge what food is safe to eat in our refrigerator and what could have spoiled and therefore give us food poisoning, we judge if it is safe to go outside during a thunderstorm, and we judge if it is the right time to ask our boss for that raise based on her mood that day.
Thousands of judgments. Every day.
These types of judgments are necessary for survival and the propagation of the human race, after all, 50,000 years ago, our prehistoric ancestors made the judgment:
SABRE-TOOTH TIGERS=BAD
RUNNING AWAY=GOOD
……..thus ensuring our existence today. Judgment is necessary for us to navigate the world we’re in and reduce stress. Hopefully judgments allow us to relate to each other and foster healthy relationships with like minded people.
Yet, the judgment on my mind is that other kind of judgment. The malicious kind. The kind where someone decides that they know better than you, despite knowing nothing about your circumstances, your history, or your challenges. The type that makes you question yourself and your actions.
You all know what I mean, because every one of you reading this has been the victim of this kind of judgment.
I
remember when my daughter was three. She
was very musically inclined, so I enrolled her in a musical exploration class
in town. The class was wonderful,
mothers and fathers, sitting in a group with their toddlers, singing songs, pantomiming,
marching, playing with numerous toys and instruments that had been strewn
about.
The
instructor was also lovely, and made a point of asking parents not to interfere
or “tell” our children what to do, but to simply model the songs and dances
required and allow them to explore and determine what they wanted to do.
During
one exercise the toddlers were expected to sit on our laps as we sat in a
circle singing a song. For one
particular part of the song, we were required to help the children jump up and
down in front of us.
The
instructor asked for my daughter to demonstrate. Now, I have always known my daughter had excessive
energy, even from birth, she now has an official diagnosis of ADHD, anxiety,
plus the possibility of giftedness with, I suspect, some sensory processing
issues. Needless to say, she was a
handful, and I was doing the best I could to navigate and guide her behavior to
the very best of my ability.
So, when
the instructor in this small musical gathering asked for my child to
demonstrate the song and sit on her lap, I was nervous, but I did my best to follow
her instructions about not getting too controlling.
Well, my daughter jumped alright, even when she wasn’t supposed to. I watched as this poor woman did her best to control my kamikaze munchkin as she pistoned up and down on her legs, alternating between crazy bursts of height and then collapsing and giggling like a rag doll in her arms. I didn’t know whether to take my daughter from her arms or not; I was of course embarrassed (and slightly bemused) by her behavior. I was a spectator, frozen, wincing at my daughter’s antics, and not knowing what the teacher wanted me to do. So, I watched, mortified, until the song was done.
Hurriedly,
I rushed in to grab my daughter from the red-faced and obviously frustrated
teacher. I quietly mumbled, sorry, she has a LOT of energy. She took a breath,
and very loudly, in front of everyone in the group declared. “You have GOT to
learn to control her.”
I
sucked in my breath, stunned, holding my daughter and feeling assaulted.
Everyone in the room was watching. I
could feel my cheeks getting red.
Keeping
my cool the best I could, I said, “I control her quite well, thank you very
much.”
I’m
sure the look on my face was something to see, because she immediately looked
away and continued with the lesson.
I left that class feeling worthless as a mother. I had been judged and found wanting, and worse; I had been called out in front of my peers. Even though intellectually I knew I had done the best I could to monitor and control my daughter’s behavior her entire life, all it took was one comment from someone who knew nothing about my daughter, or our struggles, to make me doubt myself.
Where does this come from? Why do we do this to each other? I know I’ve done it, despite my best efforts. It’s easy to decide something about someone based on YOUR experiences and YOUR knowledge, and hard to actually take a SECOND to put yourself in THEIR shoes. Let’s face it, who has time to ask someone about their life experiences before making a split-second decision about their behavior? We are all guilty of passing judgment.
According to Elizabeth Dorrance Hall, Ph.D., from Psychology Today, these judgments are termed “attributions” and are basically thoughts we have that help us explain the reason behind others behaviors.
As we
go through our day, we tend to form two different types of attributions:
Situational Attributions, where we make allowances for a person’s situation as the cause of their behavior. This allows for some fluidity, as a person’s situation can change, and gives us permission to look more favorably on a person or judge them less harshly.
Personality Attributions, where we see the person’s personality as being the cause of the particular behavior. This tends to be a more fixed attribute, after all personality doesn’t change much does it? (I won’t get into all of the different theories of personality here, it’s been a loooong time since my personality psych class)
So far so good.
This makes sense, right?
But the article goes on to explain some pitfalls we encounter because of our tendencies to create these attributions.
It seems that with strangers, we tend to give more weight to their personality being a factor in their behavior rather than the situation they are in. Since a person’s personality is more fixed and less fluid than their situation, this makes for some pretty damning attributions being made about that person.
Conversely, we tend to give more weight to the situational explanations or attributions for things than personality attributions when we are dealing with the behavior of friends and family.
So, in plain speak, we tend to give our friends the benefit of the doubt….. strangers…. NOT SO MUCH.
And from here it gets even worse. When we have already established negative personality attributions or causes for behavior from someone we do not know well, we tend to subconsciously look for further proof to validate our beliefs when we see them again. This is called “confirmation bias“, where we unconsciously look for things that “confirm our existing beliefs.
Accordingly,
we filter out good behavior that would allow us to make positive attributions,
and only attend to negative personality attributes for poor behavior, which we
see as fixed and unchanging. This then only solidifies our judgement of them
and sets us up to only focus on negative or personality attributes in the future.
And so, the vicious cycle begins.
In short, we see what we want to see, to hell with the truth.
This brings me back to two questions, why do we make judgments about others, and why has it been on my mind so much recently?
Well, for one, I lost a good friend of mine just recently over her judgment of me and my parenting.
That same week an acquaintance of mine on Facebook was brought to tears at a baseball game. As a single mother, she finally felt her 12 year old was old enough to leave at her ballgame while she went for a run. Upon return, she was openly and loudly lectured and berated by an official from the team. Needless to say, she was devastated.
Both of these cases involved people who made judgments before even attempting to put themselves in our shoes.
In the case of my close friend, who has a loving husband, a great job, a steady and large income, and gets to be a step-parent with the help of her husband and the other parents they share custody with, she felt she could judge me and my parenting by spending two days with my daughter and I and only slightly understanding the challenges I was facing.
It all came about after we had too many cocktails our final night together. She made the very generous offer of flying myself and her to Mexico on her dime the following month. I was very thankful and told her so, but I needed to look at our commitments, and figure out when I could find adequate child care for my daughter. In addition, since I’m a contract worker, I have to figure out where I can find other work to balance the time I take off so I don’t lose too much income.
She couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just leave my daughter with my parents for 5 days, even though they are 75 and my daughter is a handful on the best of days. I calmly asked her if we could talk about it when we were sober, but she then hinted that I should fly my daughter across the country to her fathers house to stay with him. My daughter talks to her father often on the phone, but has not spent more than a weekend with him at any one time, and only once yearly at that, so I thought she would understand why I was hesitant to fly my special needs daughter across the country to stay with him.
She was having none of my “excuses” as she called them. And it escalated from there. She started spewing venom at me that became more and more hurtful the longer her diatribe against me went on.
In her eyes, I was a failure, trust me, she made it clear……she actually, flat-out called me a failure. (I believe she also called me fat, and a waste.) She asked what had happened to me. She screamed that everything was about my daughter and my life had gone nowhere. And she ended it with a drunken “fuck you and fuck your daughter.”
I kid you not.
I’m still in shock about the ferocity and aggressiveness of the encounter. I have another friend as a witness to the whole exchange, and she was also stunned.
In the
end, my decision was easy. I have no
room in my life for someone who can’t understand what it is like to be the
single parent of a special needs’ child.
She can’t understand the decisions I have to make every day, the self-doubt
I harbor, or the struggle it is to provide the kind of monitoring, mentoring
and advocating you have to provide EVERY.DAMN.DAY to a child that is hypersensitive,
anxious, and struggles with focus, self-regulation and executive
functioning.
I was
more concerned about my acquaintance on Facebook, and the unfair treatment she
had received at the hands of someone who was supposed to be promoting all the
values of youth sport like team-work, understanding, guidance, balance, and
patience. You see, I know this woman,
and she is fully invested in her child.
I see how hard she works to provide for her child, and how much she
cares.
Most importantly, as a single mother myself, I KNOW how hard it is to find the time for self-care.
For her
to try to look after herself, to FOR ONCE put herself first, and then to have
to face the very public tirade of shame she was subjected to is simply unacceptable.
Moms and dads everywhere. Let’s make a pact. Let’s only allow people in our lives that refuse to pass judgement on others. And when we see someone having their darkest day, let’s shine some hope, and attribute their behaviour to difficult circumstances.
Let’s offer a hand, a shoulder, and some hope, instead of being THAT person who simply puts others down.
“He that is without sin can cast the first stone.” John 8
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