When did the view of motherhood become so…skewed? When did it become that we have to be perfect? Or on the other end, when did it become the in thing for motherhood to be something that must be endured? We have to think our children are perfect or either we have to complain so much that they aren’t perfect almost making a sport out of it? Is it because of the age of Pinterest and Facebook where we only post the happy beautiful, perfect things that go on in our lives( because you know you do)?
But when did motherhood become perfect when we are expected to enjoy every minute with our children? When we are expected to cook them perfect meals, when we are expected to make sure that they have no TV time or limited TV time or limit screen time? When did being a mother become all-consuming?
I ask this because sometimes I admit my son watches too much television and plays on the iPad more than I would like. Because I have to work and everyday he will get more TV time than I would like while I do so. Yes sometimes he eats too much pizza. Why? Because pizza is easy! I throw it in the oven and he’s got a meal that I didn’t have to slave over the stove for. But sometimes I feel judged for my choices by some moms who have the time the energy the effort “supposedly ” to cook homemade meals every day, to have a clean house to spend all their time taking her kids to all of these activities. I don’t have time to do that . Sometimes I find myself reading about or looking at photos feeling so guilty that I can’t offer much of those same opportunities during the day because I work. Again, when did motherhood become so perfect?
I love my child dearly truly deeply, he is truly the best thing that is ever happened to me.
But sometimes I need me time. I just want to curl up on the couch with a good cuppa coffee and read a book without interference, without hands all over me. Sometimes I want to cuddle up with him and listen to his whole day and everything he thinks and everything he feels. Sometimes I want to sleep late and just enjoy wallowing around in bed all day with no responsibilities some days I want to wake up and cook his breakfast and see the joy on his face when I make his pancakes and that there’s extra sausage left over.
This is my version of motherhood. This is what I do this is how I feel and I don’t want to feel like my version of motherhood is not perfect because of how yours looks from the outside. I like my version of motherhood. It’s not perfect, and I wish I could improve on some things ,do some things more ,do some things less. But my child is happy, he loves me, he loves his daddy, he loves his life and he thinks that his mom is the greatest cook ever. He loves me and that should be enough.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- JUST DO IT
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