Jane Isfeld Still
Russell Y. Anderson
Cedar Fort, 2010
Reviewed by Russell Y Anderson for the Association for Mormon Letters
The title is a play on the words "Mother's day", but also on the
frustration that mothers feel on this special day. How many mothers would
rather not be fed breakfast in bed (to clean up the mess afterwards) and
be reminded of how special mothers are when she sees so many of her own
inadequacies. The transition from new bride to mother and all that comes
with caring infants and children will bring many humorous moments. Mrs.
Still attempts to give us some of those experiences.
Her suggestion for Mother's day might appeal to many mothers: "Could we
cancel mother's day, please, or rename it? Smother-Your-Mom-in-Chocolate
Day would work. That would be the sort of holiday moms would actually look
forward to celebrating. There would be no expectations, no indigestion,
and no guilt. Except maybe for eating too much chocolate, but we can live
I am sure that many mothers will relate to the humor she describes as she
relates her various experiences of coming face-to-face with childbirth and
motherhood. However, I felt that some experiences carried exaggeration too
far. My wife laughed as I read the difficulties of dealing with the
unwanted flow of breast milk and sending her husband to get some Kotex
pads, but I found it hard to believe that her husband would make the
statement attributed to him in the following from page 33.
"Honey, you have to go to the store. I soak through my entire wardrobe
every day, my incision hurts, and I can hardly walk. Not only that, but
you do not have the right equipment to take care of Jason." Wow, I had
hidden talents. I was able to say all that and still bite my lip.
"Look," said Rick. "I've got some duct tape in the basement. We've got
that extra-absorbent toilet paper. How about I duct tape a roll of toilet
paper to each side. That aught to hold you."
I am sure that many mothers will find this book hilarious. I wasn't as
taken by the humor, but I don't think the book was written for me.