I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
Venus-Envy
Lately I realized that there’s a green-eyed monster in our midst. Recent conversations with friends and family, or even postings on social networking sights, I hear many of these types of comments:
“That married mom gets a break from parenting, and an adult to talk to. Also, dating is hell!”
“The divorced mom gets weekends off!! I am always on duty!”
“That mom of one child has it SO easy!”
“The mom of multiple children has built-in playmates for her kids, my child always expects me to entertain her”
“That new mom has kids that actually think she’s the center of the universe, must be nice”
“The mom of older children can DO things alone, like bathroom breaks…”
“That empty-nester mom is always travelling and just enjoying life”
“The career mom gets to get out of the house and experience adult interaction every day, whereas I’m covered in spit-up and play-do and have heard the same knock-knock joke 37 times”
“The stay-at-home mom gets to spend quality time with her children, I have to deal with the ‘children’ at work”
In every one of these statements a trend pops out at me, the word Mom. We’re all moms; we all have those hellish moments, and (hopefully) we all have those wonderful moments. Don’t worry, I won’t ask that we join hands and sing ‘Kumbayah’, but I really think it’s time to put that green-eyed monster back under the bed.
