Am I the only one who holds a slightly glamorous view of moms from the 1950s and 1960s? They look like they really had their you-know-what together, from their (daily) coiffed hair to their crisp aprons to their clean pumps.
I mean, really had it together: meatloaf was in the oven, kids were doing homework with smiles on their faces, and the house was spotless. Even the mothers had smiles on their faces.
And they probably smelled good – likely they bathed that day, and the day before that, etc. etc. Happy mother, happy home. Was it really like that?
Or were they the same griping, scrappy, exhausted-beneath-it-all, one-step-away-from-profanity mothers that most of us are, just without the social media to reveal it?
The moms in my Facebook feed and my blogroll are all very lovely women who display strength and grace as mothers, even on those days that deal out hands of exploding diapers and epic tantrums. I have learned heaps from these parents. Yet we draw support from each other also through our mutual griping.
“My toddler refused to eat all vegetables for a year! And he’s still alive! But if I hear him ask for Cheerios instead one more time I’m going to throw away all the freaking cereal in this house and then he’ll figure out who’s boss!”
“I just want to pee alone. Just one f*&^ing time – a month. Next time I have to pee, I’m locking the door – tiny banging fists on the other side be damned.”
You know what I mean. (I’ve posted plenty of rants myself!!)
But how the hell did 1950s mom do it?! Did they rant in private? Were those bridge parties just an excuse to get together and whine about their whiny, bratty kids? Or were their kids never whiny? Did they just bottle up their emotions and carry on because that was expected of the times? And because they had no ready outlet like FB, blogging, and Twitter provides us today?
Were those mothers of 60+ years ago just like us? Or did they really have it together? I’d love to hear what you all think!