Eat, Pray, Mother
Fri Dec 07, 2007 at 01:47:16 PM PDT
Good book! Nothing to be ashamed of, One Crazy Mother. -Elisa
A few weeks ago I saw Elizabeth Gilbert sitting across from Oprah's throne speaking about her new book Eat, Pray, Love. I like Oprah, but have never purchased a book due to her urgings.
This time was different.
In Target this past Monday I looked around to make sure no one was watching and then slipped the paperback underneath the paper towels, candles, and a million other things I'd never intended on buying when I stepped into the store. Buying "pop spirituality" books has always been a semi-humiliating experience for me.
Example: When I checked out The Book of Secrets by Chopra at our library last year, I wondered if the middle-aged volunteer wasn't praying that this young mother get a grasp on life before her obviously under-disciplined child turn three.
Maybe I should stop examining/creating other's thoughts.
Anyway, five days later with only one chapter left, I have to say that this has been one of the most enjoyable books I've read all year. And it's December.
If you're not familiar with the book it's basically Carrie from Sex and the City meets L'auberge Espagnol meets the entire "Spiritual" section of Borders.
Elizabeth (we're on a first name basis now) takes us on her one year journey starting from the end of a devastating divorce to...well I haven't finished it but she travels to Italy, India, and Indonesia to find out who she is, who God is, and how they can do life together.
One part that really stood out to me was when one of the spiritually inclined people she met in India offered their opinion on how to end the religious wars.
I'm summarizing:
"If someone wants to argue with you about God, just turn to him and say, 'I agree,' then go home and pray the way you want."
My first inclination to this seemingly passive statement was, "So we just lie in order to get along? How stupid."
But then I had flashes of the millions of people who have chosen murder, theft, living in bitter silence for the sake of "I'm right" and suddenly a simple lie doesn't seem that bad.
At the end of the day, why does it matter what someone else thinks of your God or lack thereof. Isn't the ability, the right, to worship the way you want enough? Or is widely known supremacy of a religion more important?
My boobies made me wonder how this translated to motherhood...I often find myself wanting to defend and explain the decisions my family makes for our kid.
"She can't have that milk...it's not organic. Yeah I know it's weird, but just work with me..."
"Yes, we let her watch TV. And she will be a licensed Disney character for Halloween. Oh and no I don't think Halloween is from the devil."
In the past I've gone too far into the details to skeptics who question some of my mothering choices. Most of those skeptics being other mothers (including my own).
I'm going to try what the Indian guy did. Just agree. Or maybe nod with a silent smile.
Perhaps, and I say this will all due respect to the feminist movement, the Stepford Wives were on to something.
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