As we were heading to a pool party last night. We had the benefit of enjoying the golden hour.
I sat down with another mommy the other day to shoot the breeze in the coffee shop and we of course were talking about parenting…
Well, I was talking. She was listening.
I talked about how I just feel like I’m not the mommy who plays with her kids and I’m not the mommy who wants to do all this “mommy” stuff. It’s hard to be a Pinterest mommy. Those mothers who do projects, homeschool, keep a perfect house, are organized and are able to just embrace being a Stay At Home Mom are amazing. It’s really a job… a job that I don’t want. It’s one that some are amazing at.
I can’t play the violin. I never really wanted to play the violin. I love watching people play the violin. It’s an amazing instrument but it’s not my gift. I’m ok with that.
Why am I not ok with being a working mom? Why do I feel guilty because I’d rather do dishes and cook dinner than play barbies? Why do I feel guilty that I’d rather be at work and make money and run my business than be at home doing crafts and taking the kids to the park?
I love watching them grow. I do the best I can to maximize the few hours in the evening I have with them but… I’m just not THAT mommy.
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