Rachel in Review: No One Ever Catches Hold of a Mom
No one ever catches
hold of a mom, says Dad. Moms
move quickly — it’s
impossible to grab them.
— Synne Lea, Night Guard
I’ve climbed halfway onto the kitchen counter — one bluejeaned hip up, one dangling — as I reach to pull down the blind behind the kitchen sink. I turn to see my nine-year-old staring at me in wonder.
“You look like a teenager when you sit like that,” he says. “I like it.”
And it suddenly hits me: he doesn’t know that this is me. He doesn’t know that I have a teenager inside me always. And a little girl. And even (somewhere deep, getting shallower every day) an old woman.
He doesn’t know that I climb trees. He doesn’t know that I can hit a high C#. That I can hike eighteen miles in a day and recite Shakespeare to myself in the mirror.
He thinks I’m just a mom — his mom. He doesn’t know quite what a mom is.
When Mom cries, she cries only
because she’s happy, Dad says.
It’s when she smiles
to know what she’s thinking.
I don’t blame my son for not knowing these things about me. How could he? To him, I’m the person who cooks his eggs (sunny side up) and butters his toast; who folds his laundry and finds his shoes; who nags at him to brush his teeth, finish his book report, play outside.
And children’s books, of course, aren’t much help to him. They haven’t traditionally been known for their nuanced portrayals of mothers.
When is a mom in a children’s book more than a mom? Think of Mama Bear from the Berenstain Bears and Mom from the Little Critter books — their singular identities are even woven into their names. Even in Mom, There’s a Bear at the Door (a book I love, by the way), the mom’s primary roles are to be an indulgent conversation partner for her son and a dispenser of cake.
Can you remember what else
I’m called other than mom,
Mom asks. I nod and clamber up
into the big bed.
This is why I love Synne Lea’s Night Guard so much.
There are, of course, many reasons to love Night Guard: Lea’s compelling poetic voice, her true-to-life portrayal of a young person’s inner life, and Stian Hole’s gorgeously imaginative illustrations, among others.
But Lea’s candor about the mystery of mom-ness is my favorite thing of all.
When Mom’s asleep,
The way Lea writes it, a mom is bigger than any child’s ability to understand her — a strange person who, despite the love that binds her to her children, remains mostly hidden from them, visible only in slivers.
I thank her for that. It’s refreshing to see myself in print.
Today the house is a small
can’t quite pull over her head.
About Rachel in Review:
Life for this kid lit enthusiast and working mother of four can be messy. Confusing. Painful. Funny. Breathtakingly beautiful.
Enter the Eerdmans books. So, so many of our books, whether they’re bedtime books for babies or coming-of-age novels for young adults, seem to have a single uncannily common quality about them: they just fit. These wise, wonderful books somehow manage to tie into — and by so doing, help me sort out — the knotty complexities of life as I actually experience them.