I
’m a Mom. And I’m
not perfect. I know that you’re not
either but I fear that some of you are probably doing it better than me. Have you seen those Pinterest crafts?
This wouldn’t be such a bad thing but this job is kind of a
big deal. I read tonight that we only
have 900 weeks with our children before they leave our home. I know, right? 900 weeks.
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Black beans are her favorite. |
I fear that might not be enough to time to impart the wisdom
I’ve learned from all of the John Hughes’ movies. Notably, never wear your bra on your head during a thunderstorm, and always,
always befriend the guy named Ducky.
With my panic mode dutifully set in for the night, my brain
immediately goes to the “working mom” guilt.
I’m a mom who works outside the home. There are so many days since I’ve had Ella
(ok, all of them) that I question whether I am doing a disservice to her by
working.
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Bath time! |
It’s not like she doesn’t have a fabulous time during the
day. We are so lucky to have my aunt
and uncle watch her every day. She’s
loved beyond measure, gets to grow up with her cousin, and gets to go to
pre-school and do all kinds of fun things.
She’s a lucky girl.
But it’s been a trying weekend. A doctor’s visit on a Saturday for an ugly
bug bite that made her face swell up and add that onto the misery of a late
summer cold it has made someone extra cranky.
Sippy cup not being held at the right angle? Tears.
Diaper change without being able to stand up and walk around
at the same time? Tears, screaming and
kicks to the gut (mine, not hers).
I’m wiped. And for
the first time in a long time I’m looking forward to Monday.
So, of course, I’m a pool of mushy mom guilt.
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The girls. |
Shouldn’t I want to stay home with her all day, every
day? Shouldn’t I want to wrestle her
through the tantrums because I took away her sippy cup? Or at least be there for all of the the really, really good moments?
Then again, for me personally, I think I have more patience
with her when I know I have such limited time. I’m scared of my ability to be patient and
present with her every day. I don’t know
if I’d be the Mom she deserves and the one I want to be if I did not work outside
the home.
But it’s never that easy, is it? One minute I’m perfectly content to be a
working mom and then… BAM…I’m right back to wanting to be a stay at home momma.
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Fabulous hair styling all around. |
Really, it’s like I have split personalities. I don’t know the answers. I don’t know what the future holds.
Right now, I’m planning on getting up and going to work. Ella will have a perfectly lovely day.
I am sure there will be a bit of guilt for the way things
could be in a perfect world interspersed with feelings of gratitude for the way
things are. That is really all I know.
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Love this girl with everything I have. |