Where My Girls At? From front to back . . . If you’re not singing the 702 song right now, you’re really missing out!
I was talking with my mom shortly after I had my daughter, and she said something that really stuck with me, “What is wrong with your generation of moms?” I am sure this is something we have all heard from our parents, particularly as it relates to differences in how we raise our kids versus how they raised us. I think my Mom was talking about something different though; something deeper than whether or not babies can have blankets in their cribs or you can use brandy to alleviate teething pain. I have to agree with her. Sometimes, no, a lot of times, I wonder, “Where my girls at?”
Where are all the normal moms? Not the cool moms. Not the crunchy moms. Not the hipster moms. Not the sanctimommies. The normal moms. I am talking about the ones who know that motherhood is not a competitive sport. These are the middle of the road, average, everyday moms. The ones who recognize it’s not always our job to spare the rod and spoil the child. That there is a happy medium for every issue and finding that is probably just easier than being militant on either side of it. That essentially, we are trying to not raise serial killers and hopefully, everything else works out.
Where are the working moms who know that school, the PTA, girl scouts, boy scouts, and basically the world runs on stay-at-home moms? And where are the stay-at-home moms who know that, at the end of the day, it will always be harder to leave your kids because you miss stuff? Neither is better or worse for your kids, but one is harder for the mom. That’s okay. It doesn’t make you a worse parent because of what you chose to do.
Where are the moms who know that breast is biologically best but also recognize that no Dateline interview ever asks if the murderer was breastfed as a baby? Where are the moms that accept that if you make a “non-traditional” parenting decision, like naming your child Apple or breast feeding a preschooler, you’re going to be judged? But really, why do you care? If you really cared what everyone else thought, you’d be doing something different, right?
Where are the moms that know when someone posts a video of her kid dancing to the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song, it’s because she thought it was cute? It’s the mom that comments with some article about screen time that’s the real jerk. The fact that my kid can take a selfie with my phone does not mean she is going to be a non-functioning member of society.
Where is everyone that knows that we don’t need all of the positive encouragement and pats on the back and reinforcement that we are doing “it” right? Guess what, none of us have any clue if we are. You don’t have to ask how people have it together. The moms who pretend they do are balancing on the same precarious house of cards that you are. Everyone has bad days. There’s no playbook because motherhood is not a competitive sport.
I know there’s got to be a bunch of normal moms out there, right? Honestly, it took me a while to get this post done. I wrote it over and over in my mind and on paper. I wanted to express my desire to find the regular moms without sounding like a whiny hypocrite. I’m not sure I was successful, so if I wasn’t let me know in the comments.