The passage below (from “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”) is just as relevant today as it was when it was written, as the so-called “mommy wars” are just as vicious as ever. Instead of offering love and support to each other as we go through the trials of motherhood, women often do just the opposite, proclaiming their way as the only right way to do things, and anyone who would veer from that doesn’t know what they’re doing. It’s a shame that we can’t accept other people’s choices as being their own and acknowledge that just because they’re different from what we choose doesn’t mean that it makes it wrong. It’s just not right for us.
Most women had the one thing in common: They had great pain when they gave birth to their children. This should make a bond that held them all together; it should make them love and protect each other against the man-world. But it was not so. It seemed like their great birth pains shrank their hearts and their souls. They stuck together for only one thing: to trample on some other woman…whether it was by throwing stones or by mean gossip. It was the only kind of loyalty they seemed to have.