The Mummy Drivel Trap


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I have become aware of a writing flaw,
an annoying self-righteous, ego centric point of view,
often found on mother’s blogs called
Mummy Drivel.

Mummy Drivel: definition

Constant analysis of how to become a better mother combined with a narrow focus on self and one’s adorable children to the exclusion of any other topic. Similar to other writing traps such as Intellectual Drivel, Self Growth Drivel and Techie Drivel.

I understand that blogs need a focus point, to target a specific audience but when a woman starts writing a mummy blog, she is endanger of boxing herself into a mummy prison.

Religious women are especially vulnerable to Mummy Drivel because they feel pressured to assume a false identity as a perfect Christian mother, then live, think and write about their experiences and their beloved children. In the process, they raise themselves up as role models. It is enough to make me shudder.

try not to write mummy drivel. Though outwardly I seem to be a “saintly” mother who gave up all to raise nine children,God has blessed me with a wicked sense of humour which tends to deflate most of my arrogance. Also, I was too busy to think, never mind write about my life for over 30 years. Perfect housekeeping, cooking and mothering gave way to happy chaos because I could not keep up my place as the center my little kingdom. I became part of a community called family.

I learned to live in happy chaos.

We lived in a house designed for kids because their mental and emotional well-being came first. This was not saintly; it was simply easier to live this way. I was a fast learner as I quickly realized that tearing down a block city to tidy before dinner that had the potential to host hours of absorbing play the next morning was absolutely self-defeating. So I gave up a perfect looking house.

Picture this scene.

Five year old Anthony is leaping off the fourth stair wearing his black cape, a purple Batman sweatshirt and his Royal Canadian Mounted Policeman’s hat. Three-year old Lucy drags a huge, old purse stuffed with cut pieces of paper and fake money, while she trails behind seven-year old Katie who is busy gathering materials for a craft project.

Rachel is in the same living room playing Magic School Bus on the computer and Emily is upstairs changing her clothes yet again. Dave and Matt are building a Lego plane across the hall in the family room but eighteen-year old Matt is the brains behind the construction. Having a little brother is a great excuse to play with Lego. Mara is on the phone and Melissa is listening to music which is too loud while leaning over the upstairs banister, complaining about life. Michael is tending the animals outside at the barn.

MOTHERDEAREST  EMILE MUNIER-765403As for pets, there is a goldfish bowl on my too small counter in the kitchen and a huge dog trips anyone walking through the front door. The cat thinks she owns the most comfortable chair in the house and I warn you, do not try to move the queen! Sometimes a caged hamster or guinea pig squeaks for attention every time the fridge door opens. All kinds of art and scrib

ble art cover my kitchen walls, fridge and cupboards and I have too many indoor plants.One day my father-in-law tripped over our dog (who did not move, by the way) and he gruffly asked me,

“What is t

hat dog doing in the house? He should live outside.”

I laughed and said,

“Welcome to our home. We love kids, animals, plants and even you. Just come on in!”

I did not have time to become overly introspective. Any pride shattered as I rinsed out diapers in the toilet. I finally came to a point of exhaustion and was forced to surrender any pretense of being a perfect role model. My defeat was my salvation, delivering me from an egotistical life which focused on myself. The only option to insanity was to delve deeper to discover something bigger than me.

My focus switched from me to God or my higher power, if you prefer. As soon as I glance at Him, joy bubbles up immediately.This is a pure gift.

I am grateful but please tell me if I ever fall into the Mummy Drivel Trap.

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18 thoughts on “The Mummy Drivel Trap

  1. Drivel, shrivel… write what’s in your heart, don’t worry it’s art, share happiness or pain, (but for god’s sake nothing lame). The occasional post should be able to crow, just not a whole post or it will never grow. We like to rhyme in my house. My second son wanted to be Dr. Seuss for a while… And my house is remarkably like yours, just on a smaller scale. Although we often have many kids over… 8 will be here tomorrow. Chaos.

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      1. Hi Melanie,

        SoundEagle will write a full post to respond to your post here in a week or two, since the response will be far too detailed to be properly composed as a comment here.

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  2. You? Mommy drivel? Nope. You tell lovely tales of your family and what you learned living within it. That’s not Mommy Drivel, that’s writing about your perfectly chaotic life! 🙂

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  3. “Welcome to our home. We love kids, animals, plants and even you. Just come on in!”

    Is drivel supposed to be slightly irreverent, and too busy to get upset ? Could you get that framed by the door ? Maybe even a lego frame ?

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    1. hey those sentences could be used as a welcome to my blog!!! and even framed

      I was definetly slightly irreverent and too busy to get upset

      but drivel is boring, self-indulgent mummy belly gazing which o pray I never fall into

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