I've been slow to speak on this topic and have had this post in several draft forms. Then this post from my why-can't-we-live-in-the-same-town friend Melissa and this one from Megan, whose posts always leave me wanting to split a bottle of wine with her, inspired me. Both these girls help me feel a little less crazy...something I've been needing a big dose of this week. Here goes my stab at describing my in-the-trenches-of-mommyhood-and-life-frustrations.
After Monday's
sunshine and rainbows post it was back to reality for me. As the boys entered their sugar detox, I faced my to do lists and the "woe is me" attitude sank in.
Returning from any trip back home is always an odd mix of why can't we live closer and thank goodness we live far away. Old wounds get opened up and you revisit places that hold great memories and bring you immense joy. It's always a roller coaster for me.
Simmering, as I do, in my feelings is hard in my bubble as a stay at home mom.
Problems seem bigger and successes seem smaller.
I know being at home with the boys is the best thing for our family, but I often feel guilty when I'm not giving them 100% of myself. When I'm caught up in my own emotions.
I think back to how I could regularly sit at my desk job for a hour or two and literally do nothing. I still did a good job, was praised for my work and got paid!
These days I work my butt off. It's exhausting and I often feel like I'm failing. I don't get a paycheck and I've given up a lot of my freedom. Freedom to schedule a dentist appointment whenever I want or go shopping on my lunch break.
But the paycheck and the freedom aren't the things I'm really missing. It's the praise.
There are days when everything is a struggle. From giving Nate the "wrong" bowl (true story) to fighting Cole to not stand up on a chair, my self esteem takes a hit when it feels like I'm doing more things wrong than right. Trying and failing to meet my own expectations can send me over the edge.
I'm realizing that this is a lot of why I started blogging. I needed some feedback. If I didn't share my projects, travels, outfits, recipes and general ramblings with the world, then would they even be valid?
But blogging hasn't been giving me the self esteem boost I need. I haven't met my own expectations here and (in my head) this must mean I am not enough. I alternate between wanting to give up and wanting to charge full steam ahead, determined to figure this whole blogging thing out.
I recently heard a conversation in our Sunday School class. We are discussing parenting topics and a working mom was talking about the guilt she has over missing events at her daughter's preschool. I hurt for her and another mom calmly told her, "I know you hate to miss it, but you are still a good mom." The ladies went back and forth for a minute and the retort every time was, "But you are a good mom. Your daughter knows that and that's all that matters."
I wanted to cry just sitting there, because no matter what your struggle, when your heart is in the right place you are good. You are enough.
So I'm going to keep moving forward.
I am a good mom, even when I don't feel like it. Their smiles and their cries for me tell me that.
I am a good blogger. Because as much as I would like to make a checklist for what makes a good blogger there are no rules here. I'm real. I write what I feel. I show up and I try.
And as I've been blessed to know these
two ladies, maybe sharing my story here will help someone else feel like they aren't alone in their feelings.