Submitted by peculiar old bird on Wed, 04/02/2008 - 1:08pm.
I do a load of laundry every day. Sometimes two. It never ends. Really.
Remember when I told you Bella’s skin cleared up? Well, that was true for about 8 days. She is not as itchy as she has been in the past, the antihistamines are working - a little - but she is also not 100%. And going back to my strict diet has proven to be as difficult as the first time around. Only, this time I know I can do it. Today is a new day.
Despite Bella’s itching, she is always happy and playful. There is that to be thankful for. Seriously.
Yesterday, I had lunch with a mama/sister-friend and her son. Then we trekked over to her place to let our boys play together. Play dates are filled with interrupted conversations, a few disputes between kids, and a sense of comradeship. I find I am happiest when I have a couple days a week out of the house. With Friends. Duh.
I have decided that I can’t read blogs written by mommas who are not completely open about their mothering life. This means, for me, I need to read about the difficulties of mothering. It lets me know I am not alone.
It does me no good to read about how lovely your life with children [ALWAYS] is. It does me no good to read about all the beautiful things you create with your children.
Maybe when my kids are older I will go back to those blogs. I can’t read about the modern day June Clever and feel good about my own mothering. Those expectations (ie: yes, YOU TOO can be creative if only you WANT to be - look how agreeable everything is! Even when they're not!), are as emotionally restricting and damaging as those expectations placed on women in the days past. I have to reject it.
Good on you if you have the self esteem to handle reading about how easy mothering is for someone else. You are a stronger woman than I.
Give me the trench-stories alongside the beauty. Please. If you know of any blogs like this, let me know. I used to only want to read blogs by moms who parented "like" I do. I also used to think I would be happiest if I only spent time with women who have the same ideologies about parenting as I do. It has occurred to me that I am a better person when challenged. I am a better person because I am also friends with women who are completely different than I am.
One of my main struggles in life is feeling righteous about ideas and beliefs I hold. Knowing a variety of personalities helps keep me grounded. This has apparently carried over to what I expose myself to literature-wise/blog-wise. Go figure.
As if inherent mama guilt isn't enough, I notice that I often make excuses about why I don't do the things that I read about on some of the super parent blogs. At the same time, I wonder if I come across as one of those strive for perfection bloggers, because sometimes some self horn-tooting is what I need to stave off my daily insecurities that I'm an inferior parent. I think one thing that's important in this conversation is that we acknowledge those universal (I think) feelings of guilt or inadequacy about how we are raising our kids, and support each other as women and moms. Or am I the only one who crosses her fingers that the good I'm instilling in my kids will someday balance out with the not-so-good?