Don't Be "That" Mom...or DO

            I get quite tired of all of the Mommy Wars going on. It’s quite strange. We talk about how men are such mean goblins, but most of the things I hear don’t come from the guy in line at the bank, it comes from other women; other moms specifically. I have a few friends that I love dearly who post all of these cool things they do with their kids, and I’m happy they have the time. I have been guilty of unwittingly participating in the Mommy Wars with my comments about them being Martha Stewart or a Stepford Wife.  

            It wasn’t until an unfiltered, no bull crap friend pointed out all of my mommy judgment, that I finally saw the error in my ways. Yes, a couple of my friends post photos that would make you believe they stand around with a fifties style perfectly pressed dress, and pearls laid gently around their delicate necks. And then there are moms like me, who feel like they deserve a marathon finisher’s medal for keeping the kids alive for another day. Both of these types of moms are fabulous mothers, and I’m not just saying that because I’m the latter of the two.

Let me tell you a secret that some women seem to forget. We are all different people. We were different little girls that grew up into different women, and eventually completely different mothers. I’m going to throw another curve ball at you, buckle your seat belts y’all. Some women do not want kids. I actually said that and I did not spontaneously combust. I have a supervisor who is a great mother to her stepdaughter. If she had her own child, I have no doubt that she would continue to knock motherhood out of the park. Here’s the thing, she has no desire to squeeze a small human out of her lady bits. She also has no desire to parent full time, and you know what? Being a mother means making the best decisions for yourself, your family and your future; she has done that flawlessly.

            Motherhood doesn’t come with an instruction manual, and your kids will love you regardless. Stressing out about not cooking a meal daily is just silly. They’ll love you just the same if you let them have a bowl of cereal for dinner every once in a while. You packed their lunch, but it didn’t have fancy cut out sandwiches and veggies, eh, they’re eating aren’t they. Pat yourself on the back for being able to find the energy to pack their lunch instead of yelling “don’t they feed you at school” as they run for the bus, like I do most days. Enjoy the moments you get with your kids, and if anyone wants to start a Mommy War with you, proudly proclaim “THEY’RE STILL ALIVE, AREN’T THEY?!” as you flip them the bird.

As Always, Stop Yelling At Me…please!

-          J