What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Before responding to comments I figured I’d blog. However, I’ve grown so used to blogging posts of more than 500 words that anything below 300 seems a bit too unacceptable and pointless to me. Sure, starting out may be great but the middle and end doesn’t work out too well when I get to it, and only the first 197 words actually make sense. That’s quite ridiculous, don’t you think?
I mean, I seem to really only be good at writing about what ticks me the hell off, and that’s me putting it nicely. I came up with something to say about biological mothers on Twitter. It’s brutal, but unfortunately so true:
Birthing a child does not make you a mother. I’m sorry, but just because you’ve the ability to give birth and have children doesn’t mean you have the paternal abilities. A REAL mother would never do what she’s doing to me, seriously. My life would be so much easier if I didn’t love her.
Because people keep saying, “She’s your mother,” “No matter what, she will always be your mother,”, etc. The people who are saying this unfortunately don’t and can’t understand because they’re the people who haven’t experienced something that doesn’t allow them to understand why/how I could feel this way. Saying those things to me is pretty much like telling an adoptive parent, “That’s not your child because you didn’t birth him,” and, “No matter what, that will never be your child.” For an adoptive parent to hear that, I’m going to assume it hurts like hell and back and is the biggest insult. That’s how it feels to me. To me, a mother doesn’t depend on whether or not she can birth a child – it depends on what she does for said child, how she loves said child, and so on.
What makes a mother in your opinion?/How would/do you define a mother?