Someone once told me, you haven't really made it on the Web until somebody hates you. While those words might be a little strong (or not), I may have made it! I wrote a guest post for momlogic.com today and lots of people have taken time out of their busy day to tell me how wrong I am.
I'm a blogger. My goal is to get people to talk about things -- possibly even think a little differently. So when a reader took the time to read my post on momlogic, then find my blog through my byline... and then find my email and comment directly to me -- it couldn't have pleased me more. I was going to post her comment here but how 'bout I just sum it up with 'she used lots of exclamation points and capital letters.'
Here's the post she commented on. Feel free to disagree.
Taking Octuplets Away Not the Answer!
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 2009
Taking Nadya's kids away is not the answer, says one mom.
Jackie: I think by now we've all read enough about the octuplets mom. I've had it just as much as the next mom. But there's one thing keeps getting mentioned that I just can't let go.
"They should take those kids away."
Listen, I get it. Nadya Suleman is a bucket overflowing with all kinds of crazy. She has some serious emotional issues and is in desperate need of help -- of the therapist and nanny kind.
But should she really lose her kids?
I'm sure some just say it flippantly and don't necessarily believe it. But others are seriously calling for the removal of her 14 children. And that just makes me sad.
"What about her finances? She's on welfare!"
Are California taxpayers footing the bill? Yes. And being from the bankrupt Golden State, that ticks me off too. But there are millions of people all over this country receiving some sort of financial assistance -- disablity, welfare, you name it. And many of those families continue to have kids (gasp!). The difference is, they have them one at a time, falling under the radar of the rest of the country. There's nobody outside their door (or on national television) calling to have their kids ripped from them.
"She couldn't possibly give them all the love they need."
If you are a person who has uttered the above statement, come closer so I can slap you. Have we forgotten that in countless cultures around the world, it is customary for big families to all co-exist under one roof? Are we going to seek out all of them and pull them apart, just because it doesn't seem to fit what we think is 'normal'? Being my mother's eleventh child, I can honestly say that I couldn't have been loved any more than I was growing up. Was it chaos? Hell, yeah. But it was my chaos. They're my family -- my lifeline. Not a day went by that I didn't know my parents, brothers and sisters would do anything for me -- they still would. But how would you feel if you knew sometimes I felt sorry for you, growing up with one sibling. Looks pretty lonely from this angle.
"But have you seen her house? What a mess!"
Yeah, I get it... she's a slob. I saw the pictures, too. But I'd be the first mom to start worrying if families were torn apart every time the house was out of control... or children weren't given enough attention... or Mommy was acting a little nuts. Damn, CPS would be on their way to my house right now. What do you think is happening here while I write this post?
Unless in danger of abuse -- emotional, physical or mental, children belong with their mother. Period. And we, as a society, should do everything in our power to help families stay together, supporting them in any way possible.
Being an adoptive mother myself, I am thankful every day that I get to raise my daughter. But I wish it were different. Raising Lucy is Plan B. It doesn't mean I don't love her like she came from my own flesh and bones -- oh my God, I do. It just means Plan A would've been that her birth mother be in better health with enough support and resources to care for her. Plan A would be that my daughter wouldn't grow up feeling such a tremendous loss, wondering if her biological mother really loved her.
So before get on your high horse and judge, take a good long look at your own life.
It should be easy to spot from that glass house you're living in.