i was just reading another thread about a wohm beng criticsed and sahms are too and i just thought of this poem...
Everybody's Mother by Liz Lochhead
Of course everybody's mother always and so on... Always never loved you enough or too smothering much. Of course you were the Only One, your mother a machine that shat out siblings, listen everybody's mother was the original Frigid- aire Icequeen clunking out the hardstuff in nuggets, mirror- silvers and ice-splinters that'd stick in your heart. Absolutely everyone's mother was artistic when she was young. Everyone's mother was a perfumed presence with pearls, remote white shoulders when she bent over in her ball dress to kiss you in your crib. Everybody's mother slept with the butcher for sausages to stuff you with. Everyone's mother mythologized herself. You got mixed up between dragon's teeth and blackmarket stockings. Naturally she failed to give you Positive Feelings about your own sorry sprouting body (it was a bloody shame)
but she did sit up all night sewing sequins on your carnival costume so you would have a good time and she spat on the corner of her hanky and scraped at your mouth with sour lace till your squirmed so you would look smart
And where was your father all this time? Away at the war, or in his office, or any- way conspicuous for his Absence, so what if your mother did float around above you big as a barrage balloon blocking out the light? Nobody's mother can't not never do nothing right.