Why is it that as mothers, we feel the need to compare ourselves and our children to others. Particularly if the “others” appear to have their act together.
I can tell you that I am deliberately chosing to stray far from that well worn path.
I don’t have my act together. I may never have my act together. And frankly, flying by the seat of my control top pantyhose suits me just fine.
I have (in my not-so-distant past) gotten caught up in the playground banter. Just like any competitive mother. I could keep up with pregnancy and childbirth horror stories, and what with my gift for embellishment, I would usually emerge victorious.
But all that has changed as I navigate being mother to Jensen. Life is a free-for-all, and my sanity is up for grabs. My coping mechanism?
A playground mom might begin a conversation with me by confiding, “My little darling was walking by 8 months.”
To which I respond, “My child can projectile vomit two days worth of groceries.”
It’s all good.
That’s when playground mom can really let her guard down. And get real. A walking 8 month old can send even a seasoned mother over the edge. What it comes down to is that we moms need to encourage one another.
I listened to an excellent seminar over the weekend given by Linda Werner on finding and celebrating our strengths. And particularly the strengths of our children.
And what I came away with is the intense need to be more about the business of being an encourager, and NOT a discourager. Party over the little things.
Tonight as I was kissing Jensen before bed, he said cheerfully, “SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, MOM!”
(Jensen speaks in all caps.)
A broad smile spread across my face, “Goodnight little boy.”
“GOODNIGHT BIG MOMMY.”
And to you big mommies out there in the trenches, listen up:
“YOU’RE DOING A GREAT JOB!”