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Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Sunday, May 13, 2018

D̶i̶s̶a̶g̶g̶r̶e̶g̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ Motherhood

Today was the usual shitshow of Mother's Day posts, pronouncements, proclamations, declarations, poems, pictures and prayers on social media. In all of the churches I serve handed out flowers to "mothers" and there was the usual confusion for the children as to who qualified as a mother, augmented by the fact that many of us are confused as to whether we qualify as a mother, or want to.

I had my usual discomfort at preaching on Mother's Day, knowing that I would cause pain, regardless of the tone or content of my sermon. I'd almost rather try to remove the U.S. flag from the sanctuary. Almost. White Motherhood and White Nationalism are tightly connected and well entrenched. I know several beautifully intentioned pastors who have died on those hills.

So no transcript, but if you want the audio, click here.

And posts from over the years where I've talked about motherhood in various ways below. There's no fixity to motherhood, simply snapshots of moments in time where I've found meaning. Motherhood shifts constantly from temporary and questionable physical reality to incomplete and problematic metaphor to false and narrow construct to amorphous and unfixable identity.

It is almost meaningless until I am pulled up short by two nearly grown offspring, who would like very much for motherhood to have meaning. They would probably roll their eyes if they read this post, which they probably will not. On their easiest days I am simply a projection of their desires. I am what they need me to be. And at my most difficult I am deeply, inscrutably me, without gender or nameable identity.

Motherhood is a mess. I question the wisdom of engaging/indulging it from either angle.