Posts Tagged ‘Stay At Home Mom’

You Think Working Makes You a Better Mommy Than Me?

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Just because you work doesn’t make you a better mommy than me.  And just because I stay at home doesn’t make me a better mommy than you.  I wish that was all I had to say on this terrible topic, but I’m afraid I must say more.  Much more.

The war between working moms and stay at home moms is raging and I’m ashamed to admit I had no idea a battle was even brewing until the other day after watching an episode of Dr. Phil.  It’s not the show I wanted to watch that day.  I wanted to watch an episode of Grey’s Anatomy on DVR and eat my lunch in the peace and quite I crave after a marathon morning with 2 toddlers. 

What derailed my TV watching in its tracks was the verbal diarrhea being spewed between two groups on the talk show:  working moms and stay at home moms.  I was so embarrassed after hearing the view of mothers who stay at  home.  The ladies were so condescending, rude and mean to the women who work.  One stay at home mom in particular was standing so high on her soap box I thought her nose might bleed, but that didn’t seem stop her from saying women who work cause permanent damage to their children.  She went on to say when a mother is away from her child for more than a few hours a week, it will negatively effect her child’s personality forever.  FOREVER.

Another stay at home mom said if a woman can’t stay at home with her kids, then maybe she just shouldn’t have them. She also said: “I wouldn’t outsource loving my husband, why would I outsource loving my kids?” 

Seriously?!?

I am the child of a single, working mother and so are my brothers.  My mother wanted us to have a home, so she worked.  My mother wanted to feed us, so she worked.  My mother wanted us to have clothes, so she worked.  Growing up, I was inspired by my mother because she worked.  I knew she worked to take care of us, not hurt us.

When the working mothers had their chance, their words were just as ridiculous.  One working mom said she is a capable, creative woman who knows about more than just baby formula or after-school programs.  Another woman accused her stay at home counterparts of being lazy and uninspired lumps who refuse to send their toddlers to school to learn from qualified teachers.  She went on to say children of working mothers grow up to be more well rounded and more educated than those whose mothers stay home.

 I am a stay at home mom.  After working in the television news industry for years, I decided my job and the hours it needed was not family friendly.  Since my husband could carry the financial load, the decision for me to stay at home was an easy one and I have never looked back.  My boys and I spend our days reading, playing, going to parks, going to play dates, talking about colors, letters and numbers.  I know they’re smart and extremely well rounded little dudes.  When the boys take a nap, I cook meals, clean, and fold laundry so I don’t have to when they’re awake.  Some days though, I do take a break and watch a little TV which is what sucked me into this battle in the first place.

So, if could add one weapon to the arsenal of the stay at home moms and working moms war it would be understanding.  You’re not better than me because you work and I’m not better than you because I don’t.  Who am I to judge what’s right for you and your family?   Who are you to judge what’s right for me and my family?  We’re all moms just doing the best we can with the information we have.  If we don’t look out for each other, no one will.

I’m Not a Group Kind of Girl

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

I didn’t want to do it at first;  joining a club of any kind is just something I don’t do.  To put it bluntly:  I’m not a group kind of girl.  Nothing and I mean nothing makes my ears bleed more than people sitting around, staring at each other while wondering out loud what to do with themselves. 

Buffy:  “What do you want to do?”

Mitzi:  “I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”

Bambi:  “Let’s go to a movie.”

Mitzi:  “No.  I don’t want to go to a movie.”

Bambi:  “Oh.  Well, what do you want to do?”

Mitzi:  “I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”

It drives my crazy:  that conversation.  And the idea of paying an organization to hear members drivel it day in and a day out seemed preposterous.  So when my husband suggested I join a club for moms,  diet pepsi almost shot out my nose. 

Me:  “Don’t you know me any better than that by now?”

Him:  “I think it would be good for the boys to play with other kids their age and it would be good for you to meet other moms.”

I hate to admit it, but he’s right.  (Typing those two words just now actually made my fingers cramp a little.  I don’t think my husband has ever heard me utter that phrase and if I have anything to do with it, he never will.  Lucky for me, he’s too busy to read my little blog thingy I have going on here, so it’s our little secret.)  I mean, I guess hanging with my nieces and nephews once a year at Christmas isn’t quite enough toddler time for Reichen and Latham. 

So, I joined and so, I love it.  It has been good for both me and the boys.  The group is so well organized with a calendar and everything.  I actually like the ladies and their children.  I’ve been to great parks I didn’t know existed, been invited to in home play dates, and took the boys on a teddy bear picnic.  I even hosted my own play date in my own home and guess what?  I loved that too.  It went really well.  Reichen even shared his toys with the other kids, which I was for sure he wouldn’t.  He’s going through the ‘MINE!’ phase something fierce right now.

I think I may have been going through a phase too and I didn’t even know it; my I’M NOT JOINING ANY CLUBS EVER phase.  It lasted 34 years which I admit is a really long time.  I hope Reichen’s ‘MINE!’ phase doesn’t last quite a long, but it could.  After all, he is his mother’s son.

“I Miss you Already.”

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Do two year olds know how to work the mommy guilt, or what?  I stay at home with my two little boys, so I rarely go anywhere without them.  They’re about as hard to pull away from me as my teeth.  I mean, it can happen but not without a lot of wiggling back and forth, pulling with extreme force, and a lot of whining. 

But get this:  my two year old has added a new weapon to his arsenal.  After all the untangling of arms and legs, crying, sweating and begging, he cocks his head to the side, puts on a sad face and says, “Momma, I miss you already.”  He says it so calmly.  He says it like he hasn’t just left permanent marks on my neck for the last 20 minutes after clawing for me to stay.

I’m proud of him.  He’s really taking it to the next level, don’t you agree?  But I kind of do feel bad for him.  He’s found out the hard way that guilt doesn’t work either.  After applying a little salve to my war wounds, I leave the little dude in my dust!

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