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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ah the Storms

Tsk, Tsk
Sigh.  Remember when I recommended a funny, profanity-laced "children's" story?  Remember how I said that I thought it was really funny?  Yeah, well, the world now has something to say about me.  And you.

The book is everywhere.  Over the past weekend I had family over and a number of aunts had heard of it but hadn't seen it.  They thought it was hilarious, too.  Everyone I know is obsessed.  None of this surprises me.  And what shouldn't be shocking (yet somehow is) to me, is that the popularity of this book is causing people to...wait for it...judge.  And then, of course, everyone has to weigh in.  The following article puts forth four theories as to what those who actually (gasp) own the book are doing/ thinking in life:  http://theweek.com/article/index/216690/what-go-the-fck-to-sleeps-success-says-about-parents-4-theories

Actually, the article regurgitates others' theories.  The theories range from the fact that the book puts a voice to frustrations faced by parents ("I am a s*&tty-@ssed parent...") to it is sexist because women could (apparently) never write such a book.  My personal favorite, though, is that, because I like the book, I have "an over-the-top, pent-up fury toward [my child]."  Fury.  Awesome.  (Yes, it names me, personally).  (Not really).

I think this theory is hysterical.  Finding humor in a new twist on everyday life is now "fury" toward one's children.  I also liked the book "Girl With a Dragon Tattoo" but to the best of my knowledge it did not make me a psychopath.  Nor Swedish.  I'm pretty sure it didn't bring out tendencies toward either that I was secretly harboring.  Well, I do occasionally like an IKEA run, but there was no secret there.

Sure, a lot of the time such "theories" are pushed by attention-whores trying to get in on a publicity run.  And many times they are just random people who are trying to stir things up.  But the issue I have is that I am quite certain there are people out there who believe the "fury theory" and judge.  Because a parent can't walk out the door without being judged.  Or, rather, can't awaken without being judged because typically it is the parent him/herself who is the worst. 

I guess, then, I would like to apologize if I unwrapped anyone's deep-seeded fury.  And if that is the case, stay away from the Larson novels, please.  And Stephen King.  But please read Harry Potter, then call me.  If you were magical, that would rock.
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