Motherhood, In Six Words Or Less: GO!
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.
Anyway.
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!)
I can do this, I think.
Mine: Where’d these little people come from?
Yours I like best: Sanity: a small price to pay.
I think No. 1 nails it.
No. 1, 6 and 7 do it for me. And yes, boobs’ll is MOS DEF a word. What would mine be…
I like number one and number two.
I’ll never pee alone again. Sigh.
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‘I’ll never pee alone again. Sigh.’ <— AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH!
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Well, I LOVE your writing- so im sure anything you come up with will be entertaining and informative, But how about a piece on how much we hate being a Mom sometimes? Come on- we’ve all thought it- not everyone admits to saying it ….or EVER THINKING it- if anyone could do a good write on that – it would be you!
gigi
I did exactly that right here: http://herbadmother.com/2010/04/10-things-i-hate-about-motherhood-and-one-that-i-love/
Forgot my six words: “Occasionally I hate being THE Mom!” Id like to add- I not only LOVE my kids ( teens now) but i can actually say I Like them too ! LOL Growing up it was difficult for me as a single mom two kids 15 months apart worked full time as a high level executive for a fortune 500 company – yep there were a few days I thought id never come up for air! But alas- 17 years later, Ive made it- and parenting is still as demanding but… its taken me this long to finally fit into my parenting skin-*wink
I really like #5!
Go for # 6! covers us all!
I like #6.
I like 1 and 2!
i vote number 2
hmmm… “full days, full heart… full diaper”
or “whole life commitment without diamond ring”
So many little socks, all singles
I like #2. Mine: Start so small, grow so fast
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I like number one best. Cause it’s so flippin true.
I vote for 6.
#6, definitely.
I think either number 1 or number 2 is best. They sum it up very, very well.
I waffle between 1 and 6 but I think 6 is the winner by a hair.
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The blessings. The poo. Oh shit.
Littile darlings puked on my boobs.
Couldn’t guess cleavage would store binkies.
Twinkling eyes, gurgling laughs, loving me.
Might make love again, or not.
Sweet then bitter, better when sweet.
Holy crap, I might not be able to stop. Perhaps I better move this to my blog and come back. This is too much like crack for 1:00 A.M.
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The blessings. The poo. Oh shit.
Littile darlings puked on my boobs.
Couldn’t guess cleavage would store binkies.
Twinkling eyes, gurgling laughs, loving me.
Might make love again, or not.
Sweet then bitter, better when sweet.
Holy crap, I might not be able to stop. Perhaps I better move this to my blog and come back. This is too much like crack for 1:00 A.M.
this diapered bottom….
Naptime! Now where’s my cocktail shaker?
I like number 5. Mine was
Teenager Mother-Not planned-No regrets
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#6.
Mine –
Best non-decision I ever made, twice.
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I like #6 the best, for sure.
Hmmmm…as for me:
It was all about the boobs
The zombie children ate my brains!
Oh God I was so tired
Get me some more coffee, please!
The most fun I ever had
Hang on baby, Mommy is coming