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- Herausgeber: Editora Belas-Letras
- Kategorie: Ratgeber
- Sprache: Englisch
This is a book about motherhood and all the crazy feelings that mothers have towards the children in their care, whether they are their own children, adoptive children, grandchildren, or nieces and nephews. It's about families, but it's about mothers, too – these creatures who speak a weird, annoying language that can only be understood by women who become part of the club. Don't worry, though; this isn't a book of complaints. It's quite the opposite: these are funny, simple, true stories. If you've read "Dad is Cool," come and read about the more intense part of the journey. "Mom Rocks" has no filter; it features the most fun and moving juggling acts that a modern couple has to practice every day while raising their two daughters. What readers said about MOM ROCKS "I read it in one seating while at a doctor's appointment. The doctor's assistant even asked my husband whether he was married to 'that woman laughing at the book." I really saw myself in these stories." "I woke up at 5 a.m. today and couldn't go back to sleep. I made myself some coffee, picked up your book―which I had left on the kitchen counter―and went into the living room. I sat on the couch, opened the book, and started reading it. I laughed and I cried. I laughed more than I cried, though―but I did cry out of relief. I didn't feel so alone after reading your words. Thanks! "I loved this book. It fits me like a glove. It's realistic and makes great social commentary."
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© 2016 Ana Cardoso
Edited by
Gustavo Guertler
Coordinated by
Fernanda Fedrizzi
English Version by
Rafa Lombardino
Copyedited by
Robert Sweeney
Graphic Design by
Celso Orlandin Jr.
Proofreading
Cris Lisbôa
Illustration set of seven mistakes
Juliana Macedo
eBook Version Edited by
S2 Books
E-ISBN: 978-85-8174-344-8
[2016]
All rights reserved by
EDITORA BELAS-LETRAS LTDA.
Rua Coronel Camisão, 167
When my second daughter was born, I put a group of friends against the wall and asked them to help me write a collective blog about the truth. I couldn’t stand all that contradiction between my Instagram pictures and my real life. I was tired, unhappy, frustrated. On the internet, my life kept going on as an example of happiness and tranquility.
Our blog lasted for a while, but it was far from our original objective. Society wasn’t ready for that – neither were we. Back then, #ImLovingIt was the coolest hashtag around, and you didn’t fit in if you acted like the odd one out.
I cried a lot after my daughters were born. It wasn’t all happiness. I felt desperate quite often; I didn’t know what to do. I felt lonely, frustrated.
Fortunately, there’s a feminist wind of change that has come to liberate not only me, but several women who have realized that they’re not alone. We can be honest with our own feelings and acknowledge the fact that the membership to the Motherhood Club is a lot more expensive than people actually say it is.
Don’t worry, though; this isn’t a book of complaints. It’s quite the opposite: these are funny, simple, true stories. It’ll be easier for you, the reader, to be mad about how frank I’m being than to actually feel sorry for me.
This book is a snapshot of my days – no filter. It’s a nap under the sun on a wintry afternoon. It’s taking a hot shower in under a minute because the kids are screaming their heads off in the living room. It’s turning down job opportunities because you don’t have anyone to look after the kids. It’s saying “Yes!” to a childless trip because you feel you deserve a break.
This is a book about maternity and all the crazy feelings that mothers have towards the children in their care, whether they are their own children, adoptive children, grandchildren, or nieces and nephews. It’s about families, but it’s about mothers, too – these creatures who speak a weird, annoying language that can only be understood by women who become part of the club.
If you’ve read my husband’s book, Dad is Cool, I’d like to invite you to come and read the more in/tense part of the journey. Mom Rocks is a snapshot of our daily lives with our girls – no filter.
If you don’t have any children, you have nothing to fear while reading this book. By page 54 you’ll be thinking about baby names. To all readers who are mothers, I hope you identify yourself, or at least understand my subgroup better. To all readers who are fathers, I hope you share chores, be present, and have a better understanding of what mothers go through and say they are feeling, as my husband (aka “Cool Dad”) has been learning to do.
To my daughters, I hope they enjoy this book and don’t get mad at me for spilling the beans about the lice infestation.
Happy reading, everyone!
I’m the “Mother Of The Year”– that loving person who never yells and makes gluten-free cupcakes for the kids to take to school as a snack. Okay, that’s all a lie.
After eleven years of experience as a mother, I’m not ashamed to admit my little crimes in motherhood. Playgrounds, mommy groups on the internet, parent meetings at school, and kid’s birthdays: that’s where I found out that there’s no such thing as a mother who never starts pulling her hair out every time her kid tries to cross the street alone. That’s a wife’s tale that has stood the test of time. It’s as real as Red Riding Hood and the Bad Witch.
One of my flaws is that I allow my daughters to go to bed without taking a shower when it gets too cold. But they don’t go without a shower for more than a long weekend, of course. “I’d rather see you dirty than with a cold,” my Italian grandmother used to say. Let’s keep in mind that there were no baby wipes back in my grandma’s time.
I don’t get in the way when the girls are fighting, so they’ll learn how to resolve the issue themselves. I often help them put their toys away because I can’t stand looking at a messy room and I’m always in a hurry. I know the right thing to do is to teach them how to pick up after themselves and be consistent about that. But, in real life, nobody is able to play the part of the strict teacher 24/7.
I rarely go to kid’s birthdays because I have no patience for that and I don’t like the music they play at those parties. Neither do I throw parties very often, because I never know what to do with the gifts my daughters get, since their closet is already a mess. As children grow up, closets get smaller, haven’t you noticed?
Lastly, I don’t really enjoy playing. I find it difficult to play games and attend tea parties on the living room floor. When I help them with their homework, I always try to take it a step further. Without noticing, I introduce some logarithms just to find the square root of a number.
In sum, I’m annoying and a little too loose. I’m just like every mother out there, except for the impeccable, smiling mothers we see in TV commercials, who are wiping germs off the floor and having a real good time with the little ones. I mean, I’m just like you.
Clothes are meant to protect the body. They’re also good for us to express our identity. When it comes to children, who don’t really have a sense of fashion, it’s interesting to just sit back and watch the things they wear and like. It’s also exhausting, because it would be much easier if they just put anything on, no matter what color it is. That never happens―at least not at our house.
Being elegant can become very expensive, even for a child. In order to avoid that, I’ve got hand-me-downs from relatives and friends, go shopping at second-hand stores, and allow them to experiment with my closet. Everything belongs to everybody―it’s all game. When you have three women living under the same roof, that’s a natural environment for a messy dressing room.
Anita always dresses up as if she were going to a meeting at Google’s Headquarters. She always matches a very basic color scheme (blue, jeans, black, white, and gray) with something of a very vibrant color, preferably emerald green or orange. She’s so tiny she’s been wearing the same clothes for years.
As for haircuts, they can get them done at home. After we watched a YouTube video showing how you can just comb your hair forward, tie it right below your chin with a hair tie, and cut it in a straight line, we never spent another dime at a hair salon. It creates layers and it’s always the perfect length if we want to put our hair up, which is crucial. Even my mother-in-law has been coming to our beauty parlor. “Free haircuts in five minutes” is our slogan.
On the other end of the minimalist spectrum, Aurora’s style is of a monarchical syncretism. “If it’s not circular, I won’t wear it!” that’s one of her demands when it comes to her skirt dresscode. There’s always a princess touch in everything she wears. Her wardrobe includes the following: Snow White’s dress, Elza’s dress, Red Riding Hood’s dress, fairy wings, butterfly wings, and a crown to make it for a royal look. Her shoes have to be slip-ons, preferably white, red, or golden.
Some of the rules apply to both girls: When it’s cold, they want sleeveless shirts, open-toe shoes, and light fabrics. During summer, I hear them say, “Mom, where’s my leopard pantyhose? My owl beanie? My flannel skirt?” Why do children seem to have a broken thermometer?
