As mothers, it’s easy for us to fall into the trap of believing we need to be everything to everyone all the time. We sometimes see others doing things differently and think of what a rich childhood experience their kids are getting . . . and the guilt sets in. Why can’t I be more like that? I guess I need to do that, too.
Don’t worry about being like other mothers. Be grateful other mothers are there, doing what they do better than you.
For example, I’m not an outdoorsy person. If you were to plan a fun camping trip, I’m not your girl. I’m just not. I don’t like to admit that. Sometimes I see moms taking their kids on wild, dirty, outdoor adventures, and I feel bad that I find it such a chore to do the same. BUT, I do (admittedly, reluctantly) say yes to tagging along on the occasional adventure with my kiddos. They have an amazing time every time. Their friends get to show off their strengths and knowledge, my kids get to step into a different world and, in a way, be free of me for a bit. I don’t become a different mother who knows all the things about nature. I don’t often have all the things we need for the adventure either. I’m kind of on the sidelines, and I kind of love that. Want to learn how to urban adventure? I’m totally your girl.
You need the other mothers. Let them take the pressure off.
You can’t do your kid’s hair? There’s a mom at recital who is happy to hold a hair and makeup table.
Someone else’s kid gets a crazy birthday party? Don’t feel bad you don’t have the interest/means/skills to throw one, too. Your kid is just happy he got to be there. Check the experience off your list!
The helicopter mom might be the mom who grabs your kid before she gets hit by a car while you were momentarily distracted.
The hot mess mom reminds you to chill out and enjoy your kids.
The overly-prepared mom brought the snack you forgot and saved you from dealing with an epic meltdown.
You need these moms, but you don’t have to BE them.
Don’t feel guilty about your weaknesses. Step into your strengths as a mother. I promise you, some other mother needs what you bring to the table or the playground or wherever.
Previously published on the author’s Facebook page