As JP and I start prepping for a future together that includes building a family soon, I’ve questioned my ability to be a good mother because of my relationship with my own mother. We’re not close – never have been, and it’s not that I don’t love her or she doesn’t love me, but it’s more that she’s not your typical mom-type. Without a bond with my own mom, I’ve worried that I’d have difficulty being able to connect to my own children and maybe that’s something that I inherited from her.
When I saw this article, it appalled me at first. The Daily Mail published a first-hand account from a 57 year old mother of two, Isabella Dutton, who resented her children’s existence and despised them for “encroaching” on her life and consuming her time and energy. From the day her son was 5 days old, Dutton knew that she resented the child and felt a detachment that she couldn’t explain. She would go on to “love” and care for him, but still always felt that this child just took and took from her without giving back. Two years later, she gave birth to her second child, and felt the same detachment to her daughter as she did to her son. Her reason for having a second child? “I believe it is utterly selfish to have an only one.”
The only thoughts that rage through my mind while reading this article are that kudos to her being so honest but rageful that she’s so completely selfish. She rants about how women are desperate to have children and even visit a fertility clinic, only to return to work after they give birth and leave their child to be raised by a stranger (babysitter). What about knowing that you do not want to have children and still having them anyways, regardless if you do not want to deny your husband the right to be a father? Do your children deserve a mother that truly hates their existence? Her statement below really got to me:
“What I valued most in my life was time on my own; to reflect, read and enjoy my own company and peace of mind. And suddenly that peace and solitude wasn’t there any more. There were two small interlopers intruding on it. And I’ve never got that peace back.”
And as I sit back and really think about this woman and form an opinion on her situation and even relating it to my own, I feel it bubble up inside me with anger. And I really hope that’s a beacon of light telling me that I’ll be able to form that bond with my own children when the time comes. I know that there will be times when I’ll be angry because I have to get up in the middle of the night or because it’ll take forever to even get out of the house to go to the grocery store, or that eating out at restaurants will be a thing of the past for awhile – but to resent the existence of my child because I don’t have time to read leisurely? I don’t know if I can really relate to that sort of resentment.
Sound-off: Are you a mom or mom-to-be? How did Isabella Dutton’s story make you feel? Are her feelings true of most moms?
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