A parenting magazine that I sometimes read recently ran the headline, “The Secrets of Motherhood.”
And honestly, that kind of headline makes me roll my eyes. Because really, after several thousand years of recorded history, am I supposed to believe that women are just now revealing the secrets of motherhood? That we’ve been able to keep those secrets under our collective hat all this time? I don’t buy it. I know better. Women like to share. Women like to share in a way that makes men queasy. There are no secrets among the motherhood.
Woman A sees Woman B for the first time ever at a local playground. They share a park bench as they watch their children play. Woman A turns to Woman B and compliments her shoes. Woman B repays the compliment by telling Woman A her birth story in complete and graphic detail from the conception through the delivery of the placenta. Woman A reciprocates by telling Woman B that she pooped during the delivery. Woman B then says, “I like your shoes too.”
See? There are NO secrets in motherhood, all is known, revealed, discussed and blogged. And then commented upon.
And if the secrets of motherhood were somehow going to be revealed after 6,000 years, I’m sure they would be revealed to Oprah first.