The classification
I remember back in college when I was reading feminist literature by authors who fought the label of female, feminist, or anything that smacked of something other than “author” because they didn’t like the narrowing of their definition.
I was reading recently about Cynthia Nixon who is involved with a woman and is raising children and how she eschews the label of gay, or lesbian, or bisexual preferring instead to define her own sexuality and lifestyle.
I was pitching a story to a media person and they moved it immediately into the mom realm which is interesting because just recently a director had tweeted that I am a mom writing a blog and I thought of all the things that I have been distilled down to – mom – is the singular adjective?
The truth is that on becoming a mom the reality is that it really is who you are sort of 24/7 – even if you do manage to sneak out and have some adult rage time, your mind is thinking (I’m out – but this too shall pass) and make sure your phone is set to vibrate.
So mom it is.