Why do I tense up like a frozen ice cubes (wait, are ice cubes tense?) when I see another Mom at school and I AUTOMATICALLY assume she has better ‘momming’ skills that I do? Where does this come from? Why all the comparing and contrasting and score keeping?
I honestly do not know. Maybe it was my child hood. Maybe it was the anorexia. Maybe it was the alcoholism. Maybe it was because my mom smoked and bottle fed. Maybe it was my Mom threw her pocketbooks out the window for no particular reason except it was a nice day. Maybe it was because I ate ant poison. Maybe it was because I jumped into a giant haystack and was 2 centimeters away from a pitchfork going into my back. Maybe it’s the internet. Maybe it’s Maybelline? Maybe it’s because WE ARE ALL SCARED THAT SOMETHING HORRIBLE IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO US BEFORE OUR CHILDREN ARE GROWN OR TO OUR CHILDREN and if we just listened to all the reverberating advice pummeled into the atmosphere.
As a human, we are all drawing from our inner self and pulling out the qualities that make us ENOUGH for OUR MOLD. (not the organic mold in your shower..)
When my kids are sick, or not adjusting well socially, or having a bad day or bad week, or I just ate an Arby’s meal so fast I almost passed out, or I went outside to scream and hit the trash can with a Nerf baseball bat, I just need to know I’m enough.
…. Maybe the Mom-defense comes from superimposed flawless pieces of knowledge, from superfluous parenting blogging experts, tossed into the social media viral air like sand, sprinkling over all of our open wounds of insecurities, ever reminding us where we fall short of societal expectations.
Moms and all parents, have incredibly tough jobs, the last thing ANY of us need is constant advice, even if it’s well-intentioned.
I have been a chameleon most of my life, but little by little, I’m losing the need to morph into others perceptions of a “stay at home mom writer.” ..I want to follow my passions and dreams, but being a Chameleon to seek society’s approval, is what leads me down the rabbit hole of the isolating shrinking violet.
The inspiration for this blog came from the Mommitment Event. The goo of Mommitment is our ability to define on our own terms, what Mommitment means to US and how we treat other MOMS. We each get to choose to support each other; regardless of our parenting styles, and talk to each other kindly and openly,. It’s the ability to be ourselves, without, someone trying to make us feel smaller, because our honesty with ourselves and our world, makes them feel uncomfortable.
Moms should be enough, without the labels, judgment and volcanos of advice that seems to come crashing into your serenity zone, at every twist and turn.
We set impossible expectations for ourselves and others. We forget we are human in a world of photo shop and ‘ads’ telling us we need a product to be, look and feel better. We are told its not okay to feel or be less than fascinating at every aspect in our life. Yet, Our smallest triumphs over pretense & sham can be our biggest victories in life.
This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.