We were chatting about stereotypes in the morning today and I thought it was about time this draft post changed its status to publish.
So this is how it goes. A month back , I let go of yet another opportunity to meet up with people and have a good time. Now don’t get me wrong, or do , but I am not anti social .I am married , with a kid , in a mid managerial job , in the middle of setting up my dream home and yes I also blog.
You are right , I am a super woman. That’s why I don’t have any needs. The recreational kinds, that is , because there are always other more important things to do.
I think that’s the story of many new age parents today. Interestingly , that has been the story with all parents ever . Generally speaking Its called prioritizing . But Once upon a time , it used to be called – Sacrifice. A term that makes me bite my tongue and shudder inside.
Why? The thing with some people is that they still continue to rub their life – choices into everyone’s face in the name of all the Sacrifices that they make. Worse still , we are expected to behave in a certain way because of the choices we made. Especially mothers , more so in movies or advertising and you know how fact is stranger than fiction – so do the math about the real world too.
A video triggered this post , in its first avatar at least. I came across it on Facebook and for weeks I kept searching for it , finally giving up coz it didn’t matter whether I tagged it here. This is how it went. A housewife loses weight to donate one of her kidneys to her husband – a best kept secret so that their almost teen kids don’t get freaked out as she jogs in the rains and eats lonely salad – only dinners . What’s wrong with that? Well – it seems only women & MOTHERS are capable of making these ‘SACRIFICES’ Coz we you see are MAHAAN or Great.
This is exactly the kind of stereotyping , in advertising and in real life that gets to me. So when I read this interview that talks about Why Shonda Rhimes Doesn’t Want To Be Thanked For Her ‘Sacrifices’ As A Mother , my heart sang with joy.
This is the kind of Mother I would like to be to my son. The one who took tough calls but didn’t mope around in self pity . The one who taught him to be strong and lead by example. But when she was doing all that she was trying to do , she didn’t term whatever she couldn’t manage as ‘Sacrifice’.
If you are a parent , esp a mother , what gets to you about the parenting stereotypes like this one?