How many of you moms have read this amazing post over at So Wonderful So Marvelous? Michelle touches upon one of the pivotal issues any mom faces: are we good enough? More than ever the culture of being a super mom, or a mom who ‘has it all’ has become the unreachable holy grail. Which got me thinking… what are my pros and cons as a mom. Where am I a showstopper and where am I a happy bystander to the stars. Personally, it’s empowering for me to realize what I’m really proud of and the areas in which I’ve decided to watch and marvel.
I took a quick inventory of things around our house that might be considered ‘supermom’ territory. I’m not prone to exaggeration or platitudes so rest assured that these are all pretty accurate statements…
- I make a point of coordinating my hair elastics with my t-shirts, and will only wear shorts with reinforced seams.
- Once a month I rotate the decorations on the mantel to display pinecones or hazelnuts or snow globes or metallic dandelions. All DIY using washi tape and/ or mason jars.
- All meals are square and consist of 3.5 colors of the rainbow and are created from local products gathered from a local farmer’s coop. Quinoa is served with every meal.
- The couch has the perfect number of throw pillows displayed in the 2-2-1 ratio.
- Laundry is sorted and folded according to the Japanese folding technique. I prefer a homemade fabric softener.
- Using grosgrain ribbon and reclaimed wood pallets, I’ve made crates to hold children’s toys so that at no time are you aware that anyone under the age of 18 lives in our house.
- Closets? Well they’re color coded, organized by fabric type and hide items like athletic socks, spanx and nursing bras. Lighting is optimal and hidden speakers play a medley of Irish folk songs.
- The kids follow a three-point discipline plan highlighting charity, consideration and compassion. When rules are broken, they reflexively look us in the eye and apologize, then they give a quick hug before walking themselves upstairs for a 15 minute time out.
- Bath time is a chance to practice phonics and counting by 3s. We also talk a lot about the periodic table of elements because of the H2O and all.
- While washing hands, the children routinely get inside, outside and in between, and they are competitive about dental hygiene.
- I greet my husband at the door with a warm key lime pie at least once a week, and we talk about our hopes and dreams each night over a protein rich, slow cooker meal. We’re gluten free on Thursdays and vegan on Mondays.
- Did I mention the flower arrangements? The living room one changes on Mondays, and the others in the bedrooms are swapped out on Fridays.
- We use organic toilet paper and free range bug spray.
- The garden follows all principles of feng shui and all the plants start with either the letter S-M-I-T or H.
- In my free time, I practice suburban parkour and urban arm wrestling as my primary fitness regimes. On the weekends I belong to a intramural hopscotch league.
- Our dog defecates in a specifically marked compost pile for dog waste and comes on the command, “Bootylicious.”
- There are no fingerprints on our stainless steel, the ambient temperature is a constant 71.5 degrees, and all the beds are made with hospital corners.
- The coffee table is a precise 18″ from the couch, we sort our recycling into 7 categories and all of our light switches are on dimmers that we installed ourselves.
As for the things that I’m still working on? Well, where to begin. Just like so many other moms, these are some of the areas that continue to plague me:
- My truffle oil always separates from the lemon juice when I make dressing for my frisee salad.
- No matter how many times I try, my cashmere sweaters always have a pill or two on each elbow.
- Eleanor insists on calling it a “tom-ah-to” instead of a “tom-aye-to” and Oliver’s driving me crazy with his latest obsession with Gala apples.
- Try as I might, I can’t figure out how to upholster the ceiling in the guest bathroom and Eleanor’s braids are always uneven.
- The curtains don’t match the rugs in the dollhouse and we have at least 3 lightbulbs in the house that aren’t energy efficient.
- My right canine tooth is slightly longer than the left no matter how diligent I am about counting evenly on each side when I chew.
- Lord, don’t even think about opening my pantry… the calligraphy on the labels is ALL wrong and the paper I chose to wrap each container with isn’t fair trade. And that’s the least of it. The brand names on my soup cans haven’t lined up for weeks and the designated shelf for items containing agave is a disaster. Ugh.
So there you have it… clearly things aren’t always as they seem and, just like every other mom on the planet, I have my strengths and I have some areas that just aren’t going to be my calling. We’re too hard on ourselves, Ladies! All of us are struggling to be ‘good enough’ in one way or another, but- rest assured- you’re kicking some parenting ass. So go forth (enjoy a full fat cappuccino) and conquer!
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