At the conclusion of a non-commercialized, peaceful Mother’s Day with my boys, I took a quick trip to the Redbox kiosk to return a movie and, on the drive, heard a commercial that raised my blood pressure. It was a local jeweler advertising the options they had for “push presents” for new moms.
What’s a push present? It’s that moment when the hubby/baby daddy whips out a little blue box at the conclusion of childbirth.
As a woman who has birthed three boys — without epidural and with pitocin — you would think I’d be completely on board with that idea. But I’m not. I hate it on a couple of levels.
First, it says horrible things about our society’s need to give a blue ribbon for everything. Pregnancy and childbirth is natural. Yes, it’s hard. But it’s natural. And it has its own reward. Do we really need to take it up a notch and say you need special recognition for it?
Second, it takes what should be a beautiful moment and commercializes it. Did the new mother do something worthy of diamonds? Hell, yes. But it reduces the worth of bringing a new life into the world by equating it with a monetary gift. If one doesn’t receive a “push present,” is her sacrifice somehow less valuable? Or does the father appreciate it less?
Third, push presents have become such a “thing” that they’re expected. Among younger mothers I know, push presents are discussed and – *horrors* – asked for (<— really, you need to read that link) during the pregnancy! As in, they put it basically in a registry so the dad-to-be knows what’s expected. Yet another way for men to fail and women to hold something over their heads.
Not to mention, how many people can really afford a blingy push present? Wouldn’t a better present be a deposit in a college fund? Or making sure the family has no debt?
As you can tell, the push present thing, to me, is just another symptom of what’s wrong not just in society in general, but in many relationships. Expect, expect, expect. Take, take, take. Me, me, me. Spend money. Focus on keeping score. Instead, how about this? Treat each other with love and respect during the pregnancy, and then, at the culmination of this miracle – a healthy birth – sit there together as a new family, cuddling that baby, look in each other’s tear-filled eyes, and soak in the moment?
*I couldn’t find the ad audio online so I’m paraphrasing the line that ticked me off so much. Gender wars, anyone?!?
I’m not the first one to write about this (duh) – great post at Trees Flowers Birds