OK, I admit it, I watch the show Jon and Kate Plus 8 from time to time...not as much as I watch other equally interesting and mentally stimulating (I kid) programming, but, time to time. I can't help it, peeking in on a family of 10 makes me feel, even on my worst days, a little more normal. Watching Kate slug John in the arm makes me feel, even when I'm my most volatile, not so bad for pinching my own husband. And seeing their new puppies fail at potty training makes me grateful that when our puppy was in that phase, he rocked the housebreaking department.
It's a win-win situation, for me.
I won't mention the fact that I, unlike Kate Gosselin, do not always prepare my kids all organic, all homemade meals every live long day. Oh no, she's got me beat in that department for sure, but one must leave room for improvement, no?
So I'll give her that.
And the fact that she got all her stretch marks surgically removed (so not fair).
And the fact that even though her hair sticks up like an angry porcupine in the back, she manages to still look cute and put together.
And the fact that she looked right in Meredith Viera's face and stated that she and her husband are handling the recent stress put upon their marriage "privately" despite their very public life.
And the fact that she has had 2 books on the NYT Bestseller list.
I'll give her that.
And now I can't even remember where I was going with this, I was so distracted by that last one.
Oh yes, when I watched the Today Show segment, I found myself yawning. It was clear that KG was less than enthused to be there, sitting in that chair while the whole world waited for her to break down. Yet, she didn't. And it was in a moment toward the end of the interview in which I really started to develop some strange feeling for KG...sympathy.
Not because of the tabloid treatment of her marriage.
Not because her dogs go potty in the house.
Not because of her crazy hair.
I felt sympathy because of something she said when talking about her books. She said that she didn't care if they sold a single copy, because they were written for her children, her family.
And I got it.
Admittedly, watching reality TV always, in its voyeuristic and mocking nature, makes me feel relieved to not be the people in those situations and that is probably more psychology than I can bear in one morning. But after hearing her speak those words, "I write for my children," I can no longer view the woman the media loves to pick on in the same way.
Despite our differences, despite just about everything about us and our families, Kate Gosselin may really be just like me on the inside. Writing for her children. Writing for her family. Writing for herself.
If no other eyes fall upon my words other than those of my own family, my own children, myself, that's okay. Because that's not why I do it.
Would I be happy sharing my words with others? Of course, I'm here aren't I? And there again, that's more psychology than I want to deal with before noon. Yet if these words, these keystrokes, these endless sentences that find their way here never go anyplace else, well then, that's just the way it is.
And like Kate Gosselin (oh, how I never imagined myself saying that), I write for them because I want them to know how I felt when they were little, and when they were not so little. I want them to have something other than what will be left of my memories and photos of their childhood when I am far to old to remember.
So here's to you Kate Gosselin. We may not be the same on many levels, we may not share ideology, philosophies or parenting styles, but inside we are both moms.
We are all moms (in some way or another, we are). We are sisters, friends, neighbors and cousins. We are as different as can be. We are similar too. And when you think about it, there are more things that bring us together than keep us apart.
Happy Mother's Day.