To the Tune of “Raindrops on Roses…”
I consider it a good day if I get to do one of my favorite things — writing, yoga and TMI. (My third favorite thing is personal, and definitely too much information for the family members who read this blog.)
So here’s why I feel guilty today — none of these things involves my children. I read some other mommy bloggers and their favorite things are making scrapbooks of their children’s photos, throwing the world’s best birthday party, and taking their children to Wiggles on Ice. I could pretend I like doing that stuff, but I’d be lying.
I’m happy when the soccer game gets rained out, I hide some of the birthday invitations on the top of the fridge, I don’t want to ever see anything on ice. I’m just not a very good mommy, I’m afraid.
Yesterday I blogged about how editors copy what other editors are doing, and that’s why the news seems transmogrified into one giant blob called the media. That’s a gross oversimplification and I was trying to be humorous, but on a very basic level, that’s what everyone does. Moms study other moms and read mommy magazines, books and blogs because we’re all asking ourselves the same question — AM I DOING THIS RIGHT??
I don’t recognize myself in those magazines, books and blogs. As for the moms I study, most of them put on a really good mommy face. Much happier than mine.
So maybe I should ask my family to give me a performance review like the one at work, with core competencies, goals and objectives. First I would have to explain what those things mean, and I don’t really want to get into the difference between a goal and an objective with a 5-year-old, so that could bog things down a bit. I could just say to my family, how am I doing?
Here’s what their answers would be:
– Girl: Not spending enough time pushing me on the swing
– Boy: Not trying hard enough to find me during hide and seek
– Husband: Not enough TMI
Posted: May 1st, 2009 under Family, Kids.








Comment from Laura
Time May 1, 2009 at 10:07 pm
I really liked this. What makes us feel as though we have to live up to anything. Who sets these moral standards for us??? And why do we accept them? Why does your child have to go to EVERY birthday party.
Why do we feel guilty saying no to our kids? Why is a birthday party elevated to the status of food, clothing and shelter????