Perhaps it’s age. Maybe it’s the impressionable young kiddos. Maybe it just plan sleep deprivation, or could it just be the fact that it is Monday, but whatever it is i’ve been extremely contemplative these days. I sorta had a vision of what motherhood at home looked like. And like many before me the vision included; the laundry folded, dinner in the oven and happy little children dancing at my feet. While all these things do eventually happen, they never happen all at once.
It really looks more like being covered in spit up, hair in a bun, roaming the aisles of Target with too cranky kiddos at my feet. The other mommas give me a knowing glance as I look for the most economical diapers with a baby on my hip and peruse my cartwheel app on my phone.
I’ve been frustrated with the feeling that I “can’t keep up”. And then it dawned on me (or maybe it was my venti ice coffee, double shot kicking in and tingling my senses). Who am I “keeping up with, and why do I have to?
We don’t live in a “Leave It To Beaver Era”. I mean hello Feminism….so why do we modern mom’s feel the weight of pressure crushing us to meet these expectations? Why do we have to do everything? Run our households, our careers, education..the list is endless.
So I determined, there is no one to “keep up with”. If my laundry isn’t folded but my children are dancing at my feet, then pause. Freeze that moment in time. And if the kiddos are screaming, still pause. Because the rough times and the wonderful times sum up who we are. And so as we continue through Monday, with alarms buzzing, and cars rushing, stop. Realize we don’t have to measure up to any standard but our own.
I know. It’s easier said then done. So surround yourself with others who can help remind you.
*note. Absolutely no laundry or dishes were completed during the time of this post. I absolutely decided it was way more fun to write.
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