By GINGER GORMAN
I am a radio producer and presenter. I am a cook and textiles lover. I’m a talker, a reader and a writer. I am also a wife and a mother of two small children.
And the truth is, I struggle with mothering every single day.
In this last year or so I’ve read numerous articles about being childless. Some have been irreverent, others more serious. Even actress Jennifer Aniston weighed into the discussion, saying it’s “not fair” to put the pressure of childbearing on women.
But the most thought provoking articles were two – here and here – written by journalist Wendy Squires. They largely centre upon the attitude she cops from other women about being child-free.
The most gobsmacking part is what other women say to her:
”It’s a tragedy you never got around to having children. It’s the most wonderful thing a woman can do.”
“You don’t know love until you have a child.”
And my personal favourite. The lady who told Wendy she “didn’t feel like a real woman” until she became a mother.
I myself am not sure how one would identify if they are a “real” woman or not.
It also dismays me, and seems nonsensical, that anyone feels able to claim that their love is superior to the love another person may feel. How would they know?