Motherhood, The Second OldestProfession

Motherhood

The

Second

Oldest

Profession

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At Wit's End

“Just Wait Till You Have Children of Your Own!”

I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression

The Grass Is Always Greener over the Septic Tank

If Life Is a Bowl of Cherries—What Am I Doing in the Pits?

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Motherhood

The

Second

Oldest

Profession

by

ERMA BOMBECK

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Copyright © 1983 by Erma Bombeck

All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. Except as permitted under the Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced or distributed in any form or by any means or stored in a data base or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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Bombeck, Erma.

Motherhood, the second oldest profession.

1. Mothers—Anecdotes, facetiae, satire, etc.

1. Title.

HQ759.B64 1983 306.8'743 83-9813

ISBN 0-07-006454-7

Book design by Roberta Rezk

There are a lot of proper names in this book.

None of them is real with the exception of my

mother's, whose name is Erma.

If there is a name the same as yours, it is pure coincidence.

erma bombeck

Contents

Introduction 1

1. So You Want to Be a Mother! 5

2. Donna {Donna Reed Show), Harriet (Ozzie and Harriet), Barbara [Leave It to Beaver), Shirley [Partridge Family), Marjorie (Make Room for Daddy), Jane (Father Knows Best), Florence (The Brady Bunch) 9

3. Frank 14

4. Connie 21

5. Everybody Else's Mother 25

6. The First Day of School for “The Baby” 28

7. Pacifier Pioneers 31

8. Who Are Harder to Raise—Boys or Girls? 33

9. Donna 36

10. Hair 40

11. Sharon 43

12. Louise and Estelle 46

13. How I Spent My Summer by Laura Parsons. Age 11 51

14. The Five Greatest American Fiction Writers of All Time (Who Just Happen to Be Mothers) 53

15. Julie 63

16. The Special Mother 70

17. Ginny 73

18. ¿Se Habia English? 78

19. Dottie 81

20. Two Be or Not Two Be 84

21. Brooke 87

22. Born to Crisis 91

23. Cora 94

24. Stepmothers with Bad P.R. 97

Snow White's Stepmother

Cinderella's Stepmother

Hansel and Gretel's Stepmother

25. Pat 105

26. Five Classic Motherhood Speeches 108

1. “Why you cannot have a snake for a pet.”

2. “So you've decided to pierce your ears.”

3. “Do you know what time it is?”

4. “You want to borrow my WHAT?”

5. "Don't pretend you don't know what this is all about.

YOU know!"

27. Sarah 116

28. Motherese 120

Oldies but Goodies

On Age

Guilt Grabbers

Great Exit Lines

Philosophical Bon-Bons

29. Janet 123

30. If You Can't Stand the Heat... Turn Off the Stove 129

31. “Every Puppy Should Have a Boy” 132

32. Treva 134

33. Anonymous 140

34. “Don't You Dare Bleed on Mom's Breakfast” 143

35. “Is Anyone Home?” 145

36. Primer of Guilt

“Bless Me, Everybody, for I Have Sinned” 148

37. Rose 151

38. “Do 1 Have to Use My Own Money?” 157

39. The Spirit of Christmas … and Other Expenses 160

40. Mary 163

41. Ethel 168

42. Erma 172

Epilogue 176

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Introduction

I was one of the luckier women who came to motherhood with some experience.

I owned a Yorkshire Terrier for three years.

At ten months, my children could stay and heel. At a year, they could catch a Frisbee in their teeth in mid-air. At fifteen months, after weeks of rubbing their noses in it and putting them outside, they were paper trained.

Some women were not so fortunate or realistic. They viewed motherhood from a safe distance.

At a baby shower I was attending one evening, the new mother-to-be gasped, “Did you see the story in the paper about the woman who forgot one of her children in a laundromat restroom? And she dares call herself a mother! How disgusting! What kind of a mother would ...”

“What kind of a mother would . . .”It was a familiar phrase. Ten years and three children earlier, I had used it myself with just the right blend of shock and disapproval.

Now, I personally knew seven mothers who had tried the same thing.

“Mother” has always been a generic term synonymous with love, devotion, and sacrifice. There's always been something mystical and reverent about them. They're the Walter Cronkites of the human race . . . infallible, virtuous, without flaws and conceived without original sin, with no room for ambi valence.

Immediately following birth, every new mother drags from her bed and awkwardly pulls herself up on the pedestal provided for her.

Some adjust easily to the saintly image. They come to love the adulation and bask in the flocks that come to pay homage at their feet on Mother's Day.

Some can't stand the heights and jump off, never to be seen again.

But most mothers just try to figure out what they're supposed to do—and how they can do it in public.

Motherhood is the second oldest profession in the world. It never questions age, height, religious preference, health, political affiliation, citizenship, morality, ethnic background, marital status, economic level, convenience, or previous experience.

It's the biggest on-the-job training program in existence today.

Motherhood is not a one-size-fits-all, a mold that is all-encompassing and means the same thing to all people.

Some mothers give standing ovations to bowel movements. Other mothers reserve their excitement for an affair.

Some mothers have so much guilt, they cannot eat a breath mint without sharing it. Other mothers feel nothing when they tell a kid his entire pillowcase of Halloween candy got ants in it ... and eats it herself.

Some mothers cry when their thirty-year-old daughters leave home and move to their apartments. Other mothers sell their twelve-year-old son's bed when he goes to a long scout meeting.

I've always felt uncomfortable about the articles that eulogized me as a nurse, chauffeur, cook, housekeeper, financier, counselor, philosopher, mistress, teacher, and hostess. It seemed that I always read an article like this on the day when my kid was in a school play and I ironed only the leg of the trouser that faced the audience, knitted all morning, napped all afternoon, bought a pizza for dinner, and had a headache by 10:30.

For a long time, I was afraid to laugh at the contrast, for fear no one else would.

Anticipating the question of which mother am I in this book, I will tell you. There's a little bit of all of them in me. Rose's humor, Janet's frustration, Mary's emptiness, and oh, yes ... Cora's awe.

All of them are real in every sense. They are not the nameless, faceless stereotypes who appear once a year on a greeting card with their virtues set to prose, but women who have been dealt a hand for life and play each card one at a time the best way they know how. No mother is all good or all bad, all laughing or all serious, all loving or all angry. Ambivalence runs through their veins.

This book was written too late for Judy, a mother in her early twenties I met a few years ago through brief correspondence. Judy was incarcerated in a Southern prison for the unspeakable crime of killing her child. Withdrawn, unable to communicate, and living in her own particular hell, she passed time in solitary confinement reading some of my earlier books. After she had read and reread them, she wrote to me, “Had I known mothers could laugh at those things, I probably wouldn't be where I ;iin lod.iy.”

What is certain is that there is probably not one of you who has not at some time of your life demanded an answer to the question “What kind of a mother would . . .” It's an old phrase, conceived in innocence, carried with pomposity, and born of condemnation. It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

Let none of you who read about the mothers in this book judge them until you have walked in their shoes of clay.

erma bombeck

So You Want to Be a Mother!

One of the biggest complaints about motherhood is the lack of training.

We all come to it armed only with a phone number for a diaper service, a Polaroid camera, a hotline to the pediatrician, and an innocence with a life span of fifteen minutes.

I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out with your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn't wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.

Motherhood is an art. And it is naive to send a mother into an arena for twenty years with a child and expect her to come out on top. Everything is in the child's favor. I le's little. He's cute and he can turn tears on and off like a faucet.

There have always been schools for children. They spend anywhere from twelve to sixteen years of their lives in them, around other children who share the experience of being a child and how to combat it. They're in an academic atmosphere where they learn how to manipulate parents and get what they want from them. They bind together to form a children's network, where they pool ideas on how to get the car, how to get a bigger allowance, and how to stay home when their parents go on a vacation. Their influence is felt throughout the world. Without contributing a dime, they have more ice cream parlors, recreation centers, playgrounds, and amusement parks than any group could ever pull off.

They never pay full price for anything.

How do they do it?

They're clever and they're educated.

Some people think mothers should organize and form a union. I think education is the answer. If we only knew what to do and how to do it, we could survive.

It's only a dream now. But one of these days there will be a School for New Mothers that will elevate the profession to an academic level. What I wouldn't have given for a catalogue offering the following skills.

CREATIVE NAGGING 101: Learn from expert resource people how to make eye contact through a bathroom door, how to make a senior cry, and how to make a child write you a check for bringing him into the world. More than 1,000 subjects guaranteed to make a child miserable for a lifetime. “Sit up straight or your spine will grow that way” and “Your aquarium just caught fire” are ordinary and boring. Creative Nagging gets you noticed! Child is furnished.

SEMINAR FOR SAVERS: No one dares call herself “Mother” until she has learned to save and horde. Squirreling away is not a congenital talent, as formerly believed. It can be learned. Find out where to store thirty pounds of twist ties from bread and cookie packages, old grade-school cards, and boots with holes in the toe. [.earn how to have a Christmas box for every occasion by snatching them from a person before they have taken the present out of it. Learn why hangers mate in dark closets and observe them as they reproduce. Mature language.

INVESTMENTS AND RETURNS FROM YOUR CHILDREN: Frank discussions on how to get your children to believe they owe you something. Each day mothers let opportunities for guilt slip through their fingers without even knowing it. The child who was ordered to “call when you get there” and doesn't can be made to suffer for years. Find out how. Special attention is paid to Mother's Day and the child who once gave a $40 cashmere sweater to a girl he had known only two weeks, while you, who have stomach muscles around your knees, received a set of bathroom soap in the shape of seahorses. Class size is limited.

PERFECTION: HOW TO GET IT AND HOW TO CONVINCE YOUR CHILDREN YOU'VE GOT IT: The art of never making a mistake is crucial to motherhood. To be effective and to gain the respect she needs to function, a mother must have her children believe she has never engaged in sex, never made a bad decision, never caused her own mother a moment's anxiety, and was never a child. Enrollment limited to those who have taken “The Madonna Face Mystique.”

LEGAL RIGHTS FOR MOTHERS: Know the law. Are you required to transport laundry that has been in the utility room longer than sixty days? Do you have the right to open a bedroom door with a skewer, or would this be considered illegal entry? Can you abandon a child along a public highway for kicking Daddy's seat for 600 miles? Are you liable for desertion if you move and don't tell your grown son where you are going? A panel of legal experts will discuss how binding is the loan of $600 from a two-month-old baby to his parents when there were no witnesses.

THE HISTORY OF SUSPICION AND ITS EFFECTS ON MENOPAUSE: Due to popular demand, we are again offering this course for older mothers. How to tell when your child is telling the truth even after her nose has stopped growing. The following case histories of suspicion will be discussed:

Did Marlene really drop a Bible on her foot, keeping her from getting to the post office and mailing the letter to her parents? Did twenty dollars really fall out of your purse and your son found it and kept it and didn't know how it got there? Was your son really in bed watching Masterpiece Theatre when he heard a racket and got up to discover 200 strangers having a party in the house and drinking all of Dad's beer?

Physical examination required.

THREATS AND PROMISES: Four fun-filled sessions on how to use chilling threats and empty promises to intimidate your children for the rest of their lives. Graduates have nothing but praise for this course. One mother who told her daughter she would wet the bed if she played with matches said the kid was thirty-five before she would turn on a stove. Hurry. Enrollment limited.

NOTE:

GUILT: THE GIFT THAT KEEPS GIVING has been canceled until an instructor can be found. Dr. Volland said his mother felt he had no business teaching others when he ignored his own mother.