Do men have this issue too, or is it just a girl thing? We spend the first 20-something years of our lives beautifully crafting our identities and deciding what kind of people we want to be. Then, along comes this ring-wielding man, trying to mess with our equilibrium. How rude! No, it’s not their fault, really. They don’t mean any harm, bless their little hearts. But something definitely changes once we get married.
I guess it has something to do with all the hidden text and implication behind the word “wife.” The mere thought of it conjures up vivid images of untouchable superwomen we never seem to be able to measure up to. Whether it’s the neatly-aproned June Cleaver or the oh-so-witty-and-intelligent Claire Huxtable, these classic mother icons, sweet as they are, have given the idea that wives are supposed to be perfect, forever happy. Husbands, it seems, are expected to get it wrong at times. As long as they get up and go to work in the morning, everything else is OK. You let the kids eat chocolate cake for breakfast? It’s OK, you’re a husband. You sent the kids to school without their backpacks (which contain their permission slips for their field trip this afternoon)? It’s OK, you’re a husband. And your wife will most likely make time in her schedule to go drop it off anyway. No worries. Husbands are afforded the type of breathing room many wives are deficient in.
Not to oversimplify the lives of married men, because they have their own struggles we woman can’t relate to, but there is definitely a distinct difference in expectation. For example, when it comes to taking care of his family, men have options. They can decide to be active members in the family (and get wild applause for doing so) or they can run off and leave their wives and children to fend for themselves (in which case many of us just shrug our shoulders and write him off as being a “typical man”). Women don’t have this option. We are expected to accept the pressures and responsibilities of family life with a big smile–forced or genuine. When a woman does buckle under the pressure and desert her family, it’s front-page news and she’s vilified as the evilest, craziest thing around.
Don’t misunderstand. I’m not suggesting it should be more acceptable for women to leave their families (I don’t think that should be acceptable for anyone), but I am suggesting that married women and mothers should be allowed to experience the full spectrum of human emotion without judgement. This includes anger, sadness, frustration and even rage. When we’re expected to be continuously happy, calm and easy going, it puts us in an unnatural and unhealthy position that forces us to deny the ailing parts of ourselves that need expression and recognition, too.
Perhaps this explains why women in general, married or not, are nearly twice as likely to experience depression. Of the 19 million Americans that experience depressive symptoms yearly, 12 million of them are women. Statistically, between 10 and 25 percent of American women will experience clinical depression at some point in their lives. And while marriage is a protective factor against depression, numbers are highest in those between the ages of 25 and 44, the age range during which many women are starting and establishing their family lives (National Institute of Mental Health).
Along with marriage, another protective factor is intact support systems. This doesn’t just mean having someone to hang out with on Saturday nights. It means having someone (or a group of someones) with whom you can truly emote, someone that won’t expect you to just grin and bare it , someone that won’t look at you strangely because you’ve discovered that having your own family is tough work. This is the type of support many women ache for. We want to talk to our family and friends about our hardships, but don’t for fear of judgement and disregard. So, instead, we keep it in, paint over it with a thin veneer or feigned happiness. On the outside, everything appears to be fine, but inside we’re suffocating, unable to be that which we truly are. It’s hard enough taking care of yourself. Adding in another adult and a few kids doesn’t make it any easier. This life is amazing and mundane and beautiful and ugly all at the same time. We need to be able to acknowledge that, and we need others not to look down on us for doing so.
~Nadirah Angail
At the risk of sounding like a man hater (which I am not) I’ll make this statement: Many men will use you if you let them. They’re not all amoral womanizers, but when women don’t set the standard for how we should be treated, it’s a lot easier for them to become that way. I do think it’s true that men should treat women better, but I don’t believe it will happen until women begin to behave in such a way that men have no choice but to do so. People get away with as much as you allow, and as long we allow them to use our bodies and degrade our names, the weak ones will continue to do so.
As an almost-mom, I’d have to say that the hardest decision I’ve had to make so far has been choosing a diaper bag. It seemed like it’d be an easy and effortless task, as I love purses and diaper bags are nothing more than big purses, but my diaper bag search has proved to be much harder than I expected.
I don’t want to pathologize Justmoms. They’re very caring, nurturing, forgiving, and all around sweet women. My concern is that they don’t put nearly as much energy into their own maintenance as they do into their children’s. They become shells of their former selves as their marriages, social lives, self images, and mental states suffer. Consider the research. According to Ariel Gores’s The Mother Trip, mothers are more likely to be affected by depression that any other demographic group nationwide. I doubt that all of these depressed moms are Justmoms, but I’m sure being a Justmom increases the chances of being included in that group.
As I prepare to deliver this baby girl, and officially join the ranks of those who call themselves “mothers,” I take stock of all the additional responsibility I’ll have to take on. Changing diapers, bathing, grooming, feeding, and protecting: these are the absolute bare bones of parenting, a simple enough list that I think I can handle. But, on top of that, there’s also teaching (worldly and Islamic knowledge) providing an example of a good Muslim woman, exuding self love and confidence so she’ll have a solid base from which to launch her own self esteem, maintaining a healthy relationship with her father so she’ll know what a good marriage looks like, creating a welcoming and nurturing home environment so she’ll always feel comfortable and secure, staying abreast of her interests and concerns so she’ll always have someone to talk to, guiding her through puberty and all the other complicated transformations females go through, showing her how to be fashionable and Islamic, training her on the do’s and don’ts of cross-gender relations, educating her on what friendship is and isn’t… This list could go on forever.
It’s almost as if women are the only ones capable of having a negative impact on the world. This seems to be the case in general society, but also within the Muslim communities. Though the religion of Islam brought liberation and improved conditions for pre-Islamic women, actual Muslims (some of them) have taken it upon themselves to be the harsh judges and dictators of women. This is not to say that women are perfect while men are really the devilish ones. It is to say that women get most, if not all, of the criticism and angry tirades while men seem to remain relatively unobserved.
In Islam, men have certain responsibilities and women have certain responsibilities. They are all important and should be taken seriously, but would it not make sense to begin to put more emphasis on our men, our providers, our leaders, our protectors, our imams, our fighters? I understand how tempting it must be to focus all attention on women–we’re beautiful, alluring, and a constant reminder of Islam. Our prescribed style of dress marks us as beacons for the entire world to see. Like a single red rose amongst a sea of yellow daisies, we stand out in a most beautiful way. Don’t punish us for this. Correct us when we sin and give us reminders so that we may stay aware, but don’t forget to do the same for yourselves. Your improper actions are just as wrong and punishable as ours. Remember this just as often as you remember us.