I'm vacillating between one and two stars for this book. The only reason I finished it (and I skimmed the last couple chapters) was because I was reading it along with a small group of Christian moms I've been meeting with, so I felt like I had to finish it.
This is the kind of book I had to call my own mother and rant about more than once.
I've noticed this pattern in Christian momdom. A Christian mom starts a blog. Something about it goes viral. So she writes a book. She joins a coalition of other Christian female bloggers. She Speaks At Conferences. Lather, rinse, repeat. But here's the thing: just because you can write a good blog post doesn't mean you should write a book. And things that make good blog post topics don't necessarily translate into good books. This book was desperate (ha ha) for a good editor to help it have a coherency and flow. It jumps all over the place. There are chapters where Sara Mae's half seems to have absolutely nothing to do with Sally Clarkson's half. I've also noticed that in more than a few of the contrived "letters" that start each section, Sara Mae asks Sally all these questions, and in reply Sally launches into some anecdote of her beautiful mothering career and neglects to answer Sara's questions completely.
Let's move to content. I've been trying to put my finger one what it is in this book that is causing such a strong, gut-level reaction of dislike. I think that it's twofold. First, by the end I found Sally's parts to be really grating on my nerves. She seems to see herself as sitting on this Grand Pedestal Of Motherhood, having Achieved All, and she graciously deigns to shower all us poor schmucks still slogging through the trenches with her wisdom. Look at what a wonderful mom I have been is the underlying vibe, because I've read my Bible and come up with profound insights every single day, and I've made sure my kids do too, and I've created Adventures and made my home Beautiful and now my Kids All Love Jesus and are Awesome Too, and if you imitate me you might end up being half as awesome as I am. I basically know everything there is to know about Godly Motherhood (TM) and I can answer All Your Questions. She is very fond of telling moms that they are free to from cultural expectations and that there is no formula, but then she proceeds to tell about how SHE did motherhood and slaps the label "biblical" on her approach, leaving little doubt in the reader's mind that we aren't REALLY free, because my goodness, if you DON'T have a daily "quiet time" (oh how my teeth clench at that phrase!!!) and begin and end each day with prayer then it is practically guaranteed that your children will grow up to be Little Heathens Who Do Drugs. And that's really what it boils down to– there is very little room for the sovereignty of God in this book. It claims to be "hope for the Mom who needs to breathe" but it really does just the opposite because almost every chapter left me feeling like It All Depends On Me. And the last thing I need at this stage of my life is to have more emotional and spiritual burdens heaped on my shoulders.
The second underlying issue I have with this book is that suffering is almost completely left out of the picture. They seem to have no category for long-term, chronic suffering. Even depression is treated lazily as "Well, have you been having your quiet time? Have you been praying? Have you been getting enough sleep?" I can't help but get the impression that Sara and Sally have both had... well... pretty easy lives. Maybe that's not the case– I have no idea. But the narrative comes dangerously close to prosperity gospel at times because of this whole idea that "if your life is going well and you're happy, then that's because God is blessing you because you're doing things right" and "if your life is crappy and there's all kinds of stuff going wrong, it's because you're doing things wrong and you need to get your act together so God can bless you again." There's no concept of how God is near to us in the midst of suffering, how suffering is so often and mysteriously part of His plan for our growth, not in a "teach you a lesson" kind of way but in an "when the waters overwhelm you I am there" kind of way. In this book it's all rose colored glasses and classical music and reading great books and touching speeches from Sally's kids about how much they love her and what a great mom she is. I kid you not. So, exactly how is that going to provide hope for the mom who is undergoing long-term suffering? What if one of your children dies? What if you have a chronic disease, or a terminal illness? What if your husband loses his job and you have to go back to work full-time? What if you and your husband BOTH have to work full time just to make ends meet?
(I agree with a couple other reviewers who have stated that this book needs to come with a caveat that if you are not an upper-middle class stay-at-home mom who has money to spend on things like fresh flowers and getaways and housekeepers and Target shopping sprees, don't bother reading.)
This is the longest review I've ever written, to date, and it's just because this book bothered me so much. Please, if you're a Christian mom in the midst of the season of small children, and you need encouragement, please don't read this. Pick up and read Long Days of Small Things by Catherine McNiel. She won't tell you to make sure you're having a daily quiet time on top of the fifty-eight thousand things other things you are responsible for today. She will meet you in the trenches and bring you grace. She will weep with you over the hard things, over the suffering, over the brokenness of life, and she won't toss out trite (or impractical) solutions like hire a housecleaner or take a vacation. She will show you that Jesus loves you, sweet Mama, right where you're at and you don't have to do more, be more, try harder– you can rest in His arms.