I seem to have experienced a role (model) reversal: after working for women I thought--in my naiveté and lack of experience--were "bad" mothers, I've turned into exactly the sort of mother I said I would never be.
I do not blog because I think that every little aspect of my life and my son's childhood is adorable/hilarious/praise-worthy. If I did think that, then I'd be posting every 10 minutes, not once a week.
I grew up with the kind of arbitrary rules and regulations that I promised myself I would never impose on my own child -- yet there I was stuck in the middle of my own childhood -- and dragging my son back there.
Images of African-American parenting have historically been viewed through a prism of gendered and racial stereotypes. The image of Mo'Nique as the "bad black mother" and Sandra Bullock as" good white mother" is nothing new.
Three very different portraits of motherhood are presented in Jodi Picoult's House Rules and Gabrielle Burton's Impatient with Desire and Searching for Tamsen Donner; what all three books have in common is a vibrant portrayal of mother as hero.