So my friend Romi – who runs the awesome mom-confession site, Truu Mom Confessions – has partnered with Smith Mag – you know, of those six-word memoirs? – to solicit six-word momoirs. For Mother’s Day, and also because mothers are awesome, etc. And she asked me if I’d submit one, and I was all, oh, sure, of course, and I sat down to rattle one off. But then I started writing and ended up with about a dozen of them, because, you know how these things go: you summarize the whole of your mothering experience in six words and you’re so pleased with yourself that you do it again and again and again and before you know it you’ve written 600 words and you need to go smoke a cigarette.
I went through them all, and some were just dumb (“Wither the diapers? When is college?”) and easy to discard but I still ended up with a handful and I can’t decide which to send her. So I’m asking you: of the six-word momoirs that I’ve listed below, which do you think I should submit?
1.) So much shit, so much love.
2.) This diapered bottom breaks my heart.
3.) They came from my vagina. Ow.
4.) They came, they saw, they shat.
5.) Wine, Ativan, baby kisses: are enough.
6.) Sanity: a small price to pay.
7.) My boobs’ll never be the same. (Don’t shake your head at me. That is so NOT cheating. ‘Boobs’ll’ is one word!)
Let me know in the comments. And if you’re inspired, leave your own – and submit them to Smith mag! (But tell us here first! I want to read them!)