Motherhood and rationality

24 August 2009 at 1:29 am 1 comment

So, since my baby’s a year old now, apparently I’m a whole year into this crazy new world of Motherhood–a state which completely deserves the capital letter, in my mind. I’ve been thinking lately about how crazy and irrational motherhood and its accompanying worries really are, although different in their particulars from woman to woman. My theory is that everyone draws their crazy line in the sand somewhere–albeit in all different places–which means that all mothers set aside some things as the Things Not to Worry About from what they believe (because of culture, personality, research, idiosyncrasy, whatever) are the rational Things to Worry About.

For me, personally, that means I don’t worry about my baby sleeping on a non-organic mattress and the chemicals in it off-gassing and harming him. I do, however, worry pretty ceaselessly about my baby choking on latex balloons (shudder). On the other hand, nope, no worries about him hurting himself crawling, walking, falling, or doing any of the normal toddler exploration things (I’m on the free-range spectrum in that regard), but I am perpetually worried about dislocating his elbow when swinging him up or down a step or taking his shirt off.

I don’t think I, at least, can approach this whole Motherhood thing rationally–and from an academic, that’s a huge admission. The best I can do is just accept that my worries are–just like my love for my son–deep-seated and irrational. I love him, I worry about him, we move on, and that, I guess, is Motherhood–and life.

What do you think? What are some of your irrational moments as mothers?



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  • 1. Christa Terry  |  1 September 2009 at 7:59 pm

    I imagine myself dropping my baby or (I don’t know why) accidentally stepping on her. It’s pretty silly, since when would I ever step on her? And I’m really careful about holding her since we had a scare when she was tiny. Still, I can’t get the image out of my head sometimes.


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