"I Am A Mother."

Yes, my loves. I've brought you here to talk about #Bridgerton today. As I wait for season 3 to drop like an addict waiting for their next fix, I comfort myself with re-watching the first two. Even though the Featheringtons have been proven to be a shady crew, I couldn't help but admire the Lady.

In my own personal life, I have seen many women and men alike make emotional decisions for the sake of love. There have been many movies that touch on the subject as well. One of my favorites happens to be #AnnaKarenina starring #KieraKnightley. In a nutshell, this woman is married to a man who is rich and well respected. She has a son with this union. She meets a mysterious, handsome man, who sweeps her off her feet and they begin a hot, steamy affair. From this affair, she believes that her lover is her one true love. She produces a daughter and leaves her husband and child to live a new life with her boyfriend. This resulted in her becoming shunned by society and left for another woman. The rejection from all that claimed to love her weighed too much on her heart and she commits suicide.

Even though times were different then, the patterns continue on presently. I think of all the women on my timeline who had long-term relationships end because their significant other preferred different company. I think of all the women who forbid their child's father from seeing their babies because they are still heartbroken. I think of all the men who left their families completely and started over as if they didn't exist and vice versa. All for love/lust.

However, Lady Featherington didn't feel those things. She had feelings for the new heir of the estate. She had fun scheming the entire ton with him. She felt things she hadn't felt in a long time, not even with her late husband. She had the opportunity to run away to America to be with him and turned it down. "I am a mother." She made provisions where she and her children would be well taken care of in his absence, and told him to go on about his way. As a mother myself, I couldn't help but feel empowered by her decision. She could've left and lived a blissful life with someone who was just like her, but she chose her children. Even though they weren't considered the most beautiful or elegant ladies in the ton, she said they were still hers and protected them.

As I've said before, there are plenty of examples of men and women who abandoned their children because they were happy with someone else. Can that be considered selfish?

One day children will grow up and have relationships, lives, and business of their own. Should one really put their happiness on hold for the well being of their children? Lady Featherington's daughters were old enough to marry. Is age also a determining factor? Does one feel like their children will forgive them automatically after hurting them that way? Is one's happiness worth causing a traumatic event to happen in their children's lives? Would true love even require one to abandon their child? Would that be an honorable sacrifice?

In my opinion, I understand that love makes things complicated. There aren't always going to be straight arrow ways of doing things. Things aren't always going to be black and white, or cut and dry. Love can make one's mind discombobulated. However, I don't feel choosing your sole happiness over your child's safety, health, and well being is a wise decision. I feel that is very selfish and don't feel it's fair to leave that child wondering why they weren't good enough their mom/dad to stay. I'm not speaking on parents who split from their partners and still maintain a healthy relationship for their children. Kudos to those parents. This is for the parents who deliberately abandoned their offspring to live a happier life that doesn't involve them. Not cool. I genuinely feel that if love is truly involved, it will always include your kids.