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| Forget the commercials that threaten to take away our joy, make us feel we’re not good enough and distract us from the reality that parenthood can be indescribably enjoyable. |
I’m not like that, I’m a stay at home mom!
And then there’s the media telling us what we’re supposed to be. All of those khaki-ed, well-coiffed mothers fanatic over - gasp - germs! Microbes that live on virtually every surface we will ever touch, or those who feel not just relieved the house is finally clean, but seemingly rapturous.
Then there are the distorted images of the starlet, rhapsodic over her pregnancy, naturally never complaining about nature’s hellish hormonal carnival ride, never wanting pain relief, and Spanxed-in a few weeks post-delivery to appear as though her uterus hasn‘t, say, grown 200 times its size in under a year.
Yes, guilt is our boon companion these days… is our house clean enough… did we handle that pregnancy just right, have we struck the right balance between discipline versus leniency? Did we pick the right juicy-juice-from-concentrate?
All these products and guilt-mongering strike at the lowest blow one can say to a woman with a child: you’re a bad mother.
The entire idea of a mom being human, and being perfect as such, is vulgar… a mom that could have actually dreaded labor or ever wondered if she was selfless enough to raise a child. A mom that didn’t become pregnant for some noble cause but rather just because she got, well, pregnant! A mom who’s house is not spotless or bacteria-free, but who loves every moment of her precious child’s life.
But I see the truth, and you can, too. Not the cleaning commercials, or the fake starlets, I see the truth. I see her little life, the stubborn streak already emerging at six months, that incredible feeling of watching her discover things. “I like applesauce! Daddy’s got glasses! I have toes!”
Forget all the neuroses that threaten to take away our joy, make us feel we’re not good enough and distract us from the reality that parenthood can be indescribably enjoyable.
Some days the laundry goes undone. Sometimes I would consider being deaf a blessing. And yet, despite this rant, I’ve never felt more peaceful. Petty things drift away, almost without realizing it. A howling child is stressful, God knows, but to pick her up and have her stop crying because Mommy is cuddling her is indescribable.
Crystal Bellis is a stay at home mom, a member of JobsForMoms.com, and an aspiring freelance writer.

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