If you have kids and you are one of those people who just loves parenting, never feels overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the responsibility, and has never once considered binning it off and running away to join the circus, this is not for you.
Likewise, if you’re someone who doesn’t yet have kids but wants them, look away now.
I made these digital collages with all that was available to me in the dead of night, pinned down by a breastfeeding baby. That is: my phone (ever the lifeline to the outside world from the graveyard shift), some clip art I stole from the internet, and a handful of illustration and editing apps.
I made these for every parent who has ever sat in the dark and thought dark thoughts. I made them so I wouldn’t cry or scream when my baby woke up for the fifth time in six hours. I made them because it’s healthy to acknowledge that sometimes you feel shit and it’s okay. I made them because when I told my mother-in-law that I write so I don’t drown my children, she said, “Don’t even joke about that,” and I felt dismissed and shut down. We’re taught not to dwell in the shadows, but that’s where all the best people are; I made these for them.
I guess I just wanted to shout, “Fuck you!” to being held hostage by images of perfect parenthood. I wanted to make something that makes you breathe a sigh of relief and go, “Yeah, me too,” - instead of, “I’m not good enough.”
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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A PERSONAL BLOG THAT, WHILE REFLECTING MY PERSONAL AND LIFE VALUES, IS NOT AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF HOW I HANDLE BUSINESS ASSIGNMENTS. REST ASSURED THAT I’M MUCH LESS LIKELY TO DROP THE F-BOMB IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING YOUR PRESS RELEASE. CONTRARY TO WHAT MY BLOG MIGHT SHOWCASE, I’M CAPABLE OF A RANGE OF WRITING STYLES BESIDES SWEARING. I’M BODY-, SEX-, GENDER- AND RELATIONSHIP-POSITIVE, AND VERY OPEN ABOUT ADDICTION AND MENTAL HEALTH. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE JOG ON.