Every Last One
Posted: November 14, 2010 Filed under: Book of Sand Leave a comment{ 2010 | Random House | 299 pgs }
Do you remember I told you to read Cutting for Stone? Definitely don’t bother reading Every Last One.
It’s pretty tricky to find an author whose last name starts with Q. I was able to get Every Last One for the Kindle; it was recommended, well-rated, and short, so it seemed like a win-win-win. Unfortunately, I hated it. I can’t recall finding a book quite so pointless before. Because I hope you take my advice yet again and don’t read this, I’m going to tell you the plot.
Actually, there’s very little plot. The book is narrated by Mary Beth Latham, a middle-aged mom who has a landscaping business. The entire first half of the story is simply Mary Beth talking about her family (husband Glen; daughter Ruby; twin sons Alex and Max). At the exact middle of the book, everyone in the family – except Alex, who is on a ski trip with friends – is murdered by Ruby’s psycho ex-boyfriend who has been secretly living in their unfinished attic. The second half of the book is about Mary Beth’s attempts to recover emotionally from the murders and to move on in her life with Alex.
Not only did I find the plot uninteresting, but Mary Beth’s narration was slow and I felt like I’d rather die than ever reach middle age myself. There was so much…minutiae. Is my life going to be that boring? (This is going to sound horrible – but not even the violent deaths of Mary Beth’s loved ones made the book interesting or worthwhile.)
I can’t think of much else to say, positive or negative…so I’ll just remind you: skip this one.
Amish Hour
Posted: November 13, 2010 Filed under: Great Expectations, Romgi the Enigma 2 CommentsRecently I decided that the Romgi and I don’t spend enough time together. Even if we’re both at home, chances are we’re doing our own things. I do actually like the Romgi quite a bit, so it seemed like we should change our routine and interact more. I also know myself well enough to know that trying to make a big change was a bad idea; it would probably not work out (at least at first) and I’d feel like a failure, giving up on the whole thing.
Instead I told the Romgi that we were going to have one hour every evening without using the computer, our iPods, or the tv. He immediately agreed on the condition that we call it Amish Hour.
You know what? I’ve really enjoyed it so far. I think it’s been about 4 days now, and I feel like it’s made a big difference. We don’t necessarily do anything interesting (although I predict a game of Parcheesi is in our future), but we’re talking a lot more, playing with the kids more, and – gasp! – getting the house cleaner. Tonight as we were sitting down to Amish Hour I remarked that it still frustrates me that our living room continues to be untidy (or even messy) despite frequent cleanings. I said, “We have too much stuff! There’s stuff everywhere!” The Romgi, being the good husband he is, told me that we could go through the living room and sort everything for Amish Hour. So we did.
The Bwun did his best to thwart our attempts, but with both the Romgi and I working on the room, we were able to get it fairly clean. Best of all, the Romgi vacuumed while I fed jr.

Unfortunately, I think our living room is just too small to not feel cluttered, even when it's clean.
So that’s my report on Amish Hour. I hope we have many more enjoyable, quality hours together, especially ones where the house is already clean and we can just play a game!
Roni vs Ma
Posted: November 12, 2010 Filed under: War and Peace 6 CommentsToday I read an article by Erica Jong titled “Mother Madness” (via Ohdeedoh). Jong’s thesis, by my interpretation, is that our overwhelmingly high expectations for mothers interfere with what’s good for women and make mothers feel inadequate when they fail to meet those expectations. She lashes out against mothers who cater to their children’s needs at the expense of their own happiness and sanity, particularly in light of “attachment parenting” (a term I’ve never heard before) – wearing your baby, breastfeeding, co-sleeping – and green parenting – cloth diapering, making your own baby food, “a cocoon of clockless, unscheduled time.”
While I certainly understand and even agree with Jong’s view that unrealistic expectations can and often do create feelings of guilt when we fall short, I am so strongly opposed to many of her statements about motherhood and parenting that I want to share my opinions on the subject.
Bearing and rearing children has come to be seen as life’s greatest good. Never mind that there are now enough abandoned children on the planet to make breeding unnecessary.
I don’t know if I can adequately express how much I disagree with Jong’s sentiments here. In my eyes, bearing and rearing children is life’s greatest good. The Romgi and I got married because we love each other and wanted to have a family together. We believe that “what matters most is family.” I know if you ask either of us, parenting is what brings us joy. Jong follows her “breeding unnecessary” remark with an attack on celebrities like Madonna and Angelina Jolie who have adopted children as a social statement or perhaps as fashionable accessories; the Romgi and I certainly didn’t have similar motives for having children of our own. Yes, we have plans to adopt at some point, but we also wanted to have children who are biologically ours. I have trouble understanding why that’s a bad thing.
A lot of Jong’s article addresses the judgment passed by others on our parenting. I do understand her point there. We should never make others feel inadequate; we don’t want others to make us feel inadequate. But she focuses on the societal pressure to parent a certain way, and that isn’t something I’ve ever felt or that I necessarily feel is even legitimate. All those sociology classes have made me think that while we may perceive pressure to behave one way or another, we have the choice in whether or not we feel guilt for ignoring that pressure. (I apologize for the poor wording. I’m still not quite back to full mental capacity.)
Is it even possible to satisfy the needs of both parents and children? . . . [P]arents change their lives to accommodate [their children]. In the absence of societal adjustment to the needs of children, parents have to revise their own schedules.
This is my other major disagreement with Jong. While I readily acknowledge that in order to maintain some sanity, mothers need to also define themselves as something other than mothers – a life outside their children – that balance has to remain a balance, not a me-first-mother-second attitude. The decision to have children is necessarily also a decision to put someone else’s needs first. That doesn’t mean you never consider your own needs; the Bwun gets nothing out of my blogging, and I am obviously not sitting and playing a game with him in his room as I write this. Likewise the Romgi and I spend time together without our kids. We are still ourselves. But as parents we learn to care for our children first, and to me that’s one of the central lessons of parenting: selflessness. I firmly believe that much of parenthood is designed to help us become more Christlike, more patient, more giving, more compassionate.
So do I think of myself in terms of Roni, or Ma? To me they are inseparable. I am both; I’m a better Roni because I am also Ma, and a better Ma because I am also Roni.
What do you think?



