mother does not equal martyr. in case you were wondering.

by Alexis on November 13, 2011


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i was in church today when i read a flyer with this quote on it:

Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for. -Rachel Jankovic

my first thought was, wow, that’s so powerful and so true. i need to remember that more in my life–i should start putting my kids first more often.

and then i was like, wait.

first, a disclaimer: i don’t know who this rachel jankovic person is, and i honestly don’t have the time or desire to find out. i understand i’m not doing my bloggerly duty when i post an entry without having done an adequate amount of research, but it’s been a while since i wrote an uninvestigated, unfiltered rant on something, so i figure now is as good a time as any.

in case you don’t know me, some background: i have two children, ages four and two, and for the last four and a half years up till august, i was a stay-at-home-mom. since the end of august this year, i have been attending graduate school, working, and pretty much neglecting my housewifish and motherly duties–to a shameful degree, really–as i attempt to make something of myself. something having little to do with my family, other than that i would like for them to be proud of me. but i’m not deluding myself: i know going back to school is mostly about me, and i’ve come to terms with that. in other words, i’ve done the “dedicate self in entirety to family” thing, and now i’m doing the “must. talk. to. adults.” thing, so i’ve seen both sides of the coin. not to say that i’m any sort of expert on anything (other than which kind of skittles are the best–that, i have a lot of experience in), but i feel qualified enough to speak for myself.

and what does myself have to say? myself says that rachel jankovic has fallen out of the cuckoo tree, and maybe hit her head a couple (hundred. a couple hundred) times on the way down. i don’t disagree with the statement that motherhood is a calling. no indeed, i do not. it for sure is–for some women. for others, motherhood is a one-night stand, or an unexpected blessing that may have come from a tragic circumstance; an accident that turned out to be the best decision ever made, or perhaps a choice made on a whim. i don’t mind that rachel chooses to define motherhood as a calling for herself, but why must she make women who’ve stumbled onto motherhood in a totally different way to feel like they’re somehow failures?

and then she has to go and say that motherhood is “what God gave you time for.” and to that, i blow a huge raspberry. as far as i’m concerned, God gave us time on this earth to prove OURSELVES. and yes, part of proving myself in this life is doing right by my children, and i do agree with her that we will be held accountable for the way in which we raise our children. however, my children are separate people. got that? they are different human beings, rachel.

but the big no she di’int comes later in her post:

We should run to to the cross. To death. So lay down your hopes. Lay down your future. Lay down your petty annoyances. Lay down your desire to be recognized. Lay down your fussiness at your children. Lay down your perfectly clean house. Lay down your grievances about the life you are living. Lay down the imaginary life you could have had by yourself. Let it go.

ummm…no.

there are so many things wrong with this paragraph, i’m not even going to try to make sense of it–i know that’s a major transgression in terms of persuasive writing (or at least that’s what i tell my students day after day), but i have enough faith in whomever reads this to at least understand where i’m coming from.

like i said, i don’t disagree with the basics here. i am with rachel in the sense that we should live more humbly, be happy with the blessings we’ve been given and strive to serve others. but what she’s talking about here is wholesale martyrdom, and i don’t know why that’s appealing to people, but it’s not what God is asking of us, at least not right now. perhaps there will be a time when i will be required to lay down my life for my faith, but that day is not today, and why would i want it to be? why can’t i relish the everyday that i experience right now, and hope that tomorrow will be even better–that i will get an A instead of a B+, that i will have time to clean my house, that i will fight less with my children? none of those improvements would come to pass if i were to “lay down my hopes,” as rachel suggests–my hopes are often the only thing spurring me on to be better, to be the best, which is what i want to be, whatever rachel jankovic might have to say about that.

i don’t know, perhaps i am misunderstanding or even willfully misinterpreting this woman, and if so, my bad. i’m not going to say i apologize, because i really don’t. i’m not sorry that i disagree with her, and honestly, i feel like i was kind of holding back, if only for the sake of trying to sound less biased than i really am. if i were being completely uninhibited, i would’ve just said “this is stupid” and left it at that. look at me, being all reserved and stuff. lawlz guys, i’m a grownup.

— Alexis

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18, 28: college is hard.

by Alexis on October 30, 2011


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one day during the middle of last week, i was running out the door at 7:45–i had class at 8–and i was even more harried and wild-eyed than usual; i hadn’t finished the reading for my 8 am seminar, nor had i done the reading for my 12 pm seminar. i’d gotten down the stairs,  shoved all my books, papers, and assorted other crap into the passenger seat of my car, when i realized two things: 1) i was FREEZING because it was 35 degrees out and i’d forgotten to put on a coat, and 2) i had two different shoes on. i was seriously tempted to just carry on my merry way, but i capitulated to my nearly crippling vanity and booked it back up the three flights of stairs to my condo, ran to my closet to get the right shoe, and was back to my car in under two minutes. i was halfway to school when i realized i’d forgotten my coat again. and i was sitting at the conference room table, surrounded by my fellow grad students, panting from running up the stairs with my aforementioned mountain of crap, when i realized that i was only wearing one earring.

and that pretty much sums up my life as a mother/graduate student/freshman writing instructor/zombie.

a couple of things (among many) i’ve learned since going back to school:

1. there are some things that can be explained by the words “because i said so.” this includes the following: why the sky is blue, why we can’t buy a cat, why it’s a bad idea to eat three snickers bars and two packs of string cheese for breakfast, and why girls don’t need penises. this does not include the following: why a rhetorical analysis paper should involve only very limited use of the first person, why critical reading is essential to the teaching of writing, and why irony doesn’t need to be a part of life’s every observation.

2. treats make everything better, and not just for my toddlers; turns out, donuts work as bribes for my children, the freshmen in my class, fellow grad students, and tenured professors alike.

3. sleep is overrated. and i say this mostly because if i were to start thinking about sleep in any other way, i would just drop out of school now. seriously, i sleep never.

4. teaching is so, so, so much better than i could have imagined. when i first started school, i was terrified that i’d be an awful teacher, or even worse, not like teaching (actually, i suppose it’s debatable which of those two is worse, but let’s go with it). thankfully, my fears were totally unjustified. i love teaching like a fat kid loves cake. or like i love cake–tres leches cake, to be specific.

5. byu is awesome. this is something i already knew, but am having the privilege of relearning. the school gets a bad rap from ignorant people for being an insulated haven for conservative whackjobs, and though i’d guess there actually are some conservative whackjobs here, i haven’t met any of them yet. i am consistently humbled by the amount of talent and intelligence that congregates here, from the faculty down to the freshmen, and i feel truly blessed to be a part of such an amazing university. not to say that i don’t sometimes cry in the fetal position (or fall asleep on the floor under my desk in an office shared by like 60 grad instructors) because school is frickin hard–i totally do that. but i’m just glad i get to do that a school as awesome as byu.

*sorry this post took so long to put up. i promise to be better.

— Alexis

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it’s been too long.

October 9, 2011

i haven’t posted for five months. FIVE MONTHS. as far as a blog goes, five months might as well be five hundred years; for all i know, the people who read my blog might have all stopped using the internet or maybe been victims in a small-scale zombie apocalypse. hopefully that’s not the case, though, [...]

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what vanity looks like on her 28th birthday.

May 3, 2011

today i’m 28 years old, and usually i make a huge deal about my birthday and bully sei to the point of a nervous breakdown, but this year i wasn’t so concerned. i was wondering why that was, and as i wrote in my journal this morning (yes, i still do that, and yes, i [...]

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lesson learned.

April 18, 2011

tonight when sei and i were going through our night time routine with our boys, the four year-old volunteered to say the prayer. he thanked Heavenly Father for the usual things–a good day, his brother, etc.–then asked for the standard blessings–for him to be good, for everyone to be safe and sleep well. then he [...]

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oh, the sacrifices.

March 29, 2011

the other day sei transferred some pictures from an old thumb drive onto my computer. i was going through the photos, which i’d thought were lost forever, and i came across this one. it was taken on one of the trips we took to costa rica with my family, before we had kids. i distinctly [...]

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motherhood manifesto.

March 17, 2011

i’ve been preparing for graduate school for the past three weeks or so, turning in the necessary forms, looking at class schedules, trying to arrange daycare for my kids. going to school this time around is nothing like the first time i went to college. then, i was spoiled and entitled; even though i was [...]

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racism, hypocrisy, and basketball: it’s all in a day’s work.

March 7, 2011

i’m not sure how many of you keep up with ncaa men’s basketball, but there’s a good chance you may have heard something about a byu player, brandon davies, being suspended from the basketball team this past week due to a violation of byu’s honor code. the story has been all over the news–local, national, [...]

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umm…phew.

February 22, 2011

you guys. i got into grad school. off to do my happy dance. and by that i mean sit on the couch and stare off into space with a stupid grin on my face while i freak out about being too dumb for grad school. p.s. thanks for the well-wishes, i’m pretty sure it was [...]

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motherhovers need not apply.

February 8, 2011

you know what i’m so over? mommy guilt. the incredibly pervasive, soul-sucking, hair-graying guilt that seems to be modern motherhood’s inevitable companion. the idea that in order to be an effective mother we must devote our mind, body, and soul to our children is so prevalent in today’s society, but when i actually gave this [...]

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