Helicopter Parenting. Free-Range Parenting. Attachment Parenting. Natural Parenting. Feminist Parenting.  I could list may more but the point in each is the same: each offers a way, a method for producing the perfect child…and if not the perfect child, at least a well-adjusted, responsible, conscientious adult who remembers to recycle, sponsor children in developing nations and call home occasionally. Underlying the near-obsession with parenting and parenting-styles is the assumption that parents—and specifically mothers—are responsible for how their children turn out.

Some may find my emphasis here on mothers surprising, but from Adrianne Rich’s Of Woman Born, through Sara Ruddick’s Maternal Thinking, to more recent popular works like The New Momism, the general scholarly and popular academic consensus is that, for better or worse, mothers are judged, critiqued and blamed for the behaviors of their children. When something bad happens, it is the mother’s fault. Always. There is even a term for it: mother-blame. (For a really terrible, recent example of this on a legal scale, see “This week in mother-blaming”) Mother-blame is so ingrained in the culture that, a few years ago, a Google search for “bad fathering” returned with: “Did you mean ‘bad mothering’” . (This no longer happens partly because there are so many websites that cover the incident.)

While the implicit sexism and assumed guilt of the mother that characterizes mother-blame are both quite interesting, what interests me more is why it is that I find myself engaging in mother-blame. Why do I feel compelled (at least in my own head) to mutter a “tsk, tsk” or think “It’s all because she…”? I know what mother-blame is, I think it is a bad practice that fails to take into account a whole host of other factors, not to mention sheer, dumb luck/misfortune, and yet I find myself unintentionally judging mothers’ actions and blaming them for tragedies.

Why is it that, when terrible things happen, especially to children, we blame the mother? Surprisingly, I think part of the answer may lie in the biblical book of Job. Now, Job has everything and then, bit by bit, his life falls apart: the loss of his property, the loss of his health, the loss of his family. His friends keep coming to him and, in trying to console him, keep insisting that the tragedies are his fault: he must have sinned in some way. Fortunately, the biblical text is emphatic that Job did not bring all this tragedy upon himself; in fact, the frame-story for the book is that Job is a man that God recognizes as having exemplary faith.

So, how does this relate to mother-blame? Just as Job’s friends incorrectly blame him for the tragedy he suffers, we likewise unjustly blame mothers for the tragedies and misfortunes their children suffer and that mothers suffer through their children. Why? We critique and blame mothers (and others generally) because, as long as we can identify and condemn their poor choices, bad behavior, or flawed parenting methods, then we think that we can avoid tragedy. This sort of criticism-based blame gives us the illusion of control, the false sense that our better judgment will allow us and our families to stave-off suffering and lead happy, healthy, well-adjusted lives. I reckon this is exactly why Job’s friends were so keen to find some hidden sin in his life: such a sin would mean that—so long as they kept themselves from free from such wrongdoing—they wouldn’t suffer like Job.

While Job’s story ends without giving any real answers about why we suffer and the problem of evil remains exactly that—a problem—focusing solely on the theodicy can cause us to miss some of the great gifts of the book of Job, the lessons in humility and freedom that Job’s story offers us. Blaming the mother/blaming Job…either way, you cannot control what the future will bring any more than your suffering friend/family member/fellow human being could. And if you are suffering inexplicable tragedy, loss…it is not your fault.

Jessica Hughes

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