Sunday, October 24, 2010

Super Mom and the red wine diaries

Saturday night I had the pleasure of sharing wine and breaking bread with some fabulous moms. As the boys watched sports and the ladies cozied up by the fire I realized there's a surprising story behind every family and no matter what it looks like from outside, none of us are perfect.
These ladies are extraordinary...and between three of us there are 5 children, 2 husbands, 1 boyfriend, 2 cats and one dog. We're all in different stages in our lives...the very new mom, the mom of three under eight, and the veteren mom (that's me). Over several glasses of wine we discussed our relationships, our love of our children, and our day to day struggles to keep it all together.
The big take away from Saturday night, besides learning that you actually DO get an extra glass of wine from buying the litre versus buying by the glass, is we're all fighting the same battle. We might be using different weapons, and some of us have a better game face than others, but in the end we all just want balance and happiness.
There's a comfort I feel knowing that I'm not alone, a validation that the expectations of being super mom, maintaining a "Good Housekeeping" home and working full time just isn't achievable. Who set the bar that high? If my daughter wears two different (mostly clean) socks to school does that make me a bad mother? If she doesn't have homemade cookies (gluten free, sugar free, nut free...) in her lunch box, will I be judged? Obviously child services should be called....
Just like the photoshopping of images in magazines can be damaging to young girls, in my opinion, Martha Stewart can destroy a mothers self esteem. To all the moms out there just trying to make it through the day without coming unglued, you're not alone, you're not a bad mother and it will get easier tomorrow. To the moms who bake the cookies and have matching clean socks on their children's feet everyday, good for you! I can't do it, and I know lots of woman who can't do it, and that doesn't mean we're not good moms, or we don't value matching socks, it just means we've put something above it on the list of priorities.

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