Luxury is a Creek and a Snack: A mom’s Realization

I was trying to constantly fulfill some norm that I had about being a mom, parent, and partner in my head.

Just recently something flipped in my brain, and I realized “why do I care what anyone thinks of me?” Yes, I care what a certain few do think of me but who pays my bills, who feeds my kids, who teaches, and grows and nurtures the property we live in. It’s hard to say that you are enough as a stay-at-home mom, in a world where being a stay-at-home mom isn’t cool.

So, what if I want to let my kids sleep in the living room or play with chickens in the house. How did I even begin to feel that I was inadequate, that I wasn’t giving my kids the life of luxury, but what is luxury if not taking a 3 min walk to the creek that runs through the property for some snack eating and water splashing. It’s okay and needs to be okay and enough!

(My daughter loving life)
It should be okay to not be a busy body and relish things like your 2-year-old having so much fun making the rock splash in your water. So instead of thinking I am doing it wrong because I am doing it differently why not think what we can learn or teach each other. You see me juggling and you think you can help, please do I would truly be grateful. It’s okay to not make my son learn how to sit still when he’s good at farming and caring for animals. The only thing that I should be committing to is being better and doing better. I am not perfect I scream; I yell, I get called the “meanest mom in the world” but I will always try harder the next day.

As a 36-year-old mom I am still learning to care for my 5-year-old. I am a first-time mom to a 5-year-old boy and every year after that. I don’t really have any family to ask for advice on parenting because, well family history and what not. I feel like I am doing everything for the first time, trying to gain a routine or schedule on something that changes more frequently than my shirt.

I recently got an adhd cleaning journal to hopefully help me feel organized so far, I have really enjoyed the timed cleaning. Where you set a timer and clean in one room of the house until the timer beeps. This keeps things moving and interesting and is already something that I do with my kids a lot, but we do 10 minutes clean up party!

I guess ultimately the point I am getting at is why? Why should anyone live caring what someone else thinks of you? Where the shirt, drink the coffee, be the badda## I know you are, because at the end of the day it’s you and only you who you must answer to. Plus, those little ferals that made you want to pull your hair out or get that next cup of coffee!

(My ferals I will always love you with all my heart)