Mommy Musings

On my journey through motherhood (so far), I've had some moments where I've felt pretty inadequate. I don't know if I was expecting something more "Leave it to Beaver"-ish, but I'm pretty sure it didn't involve me feeling like a wet washrag at the end of the day. Don't get me wrong - I love being a mom - but there are times when I kind of miss feeling like I actually accomplished something tangible.

Now, I'm not trying to blame the media for this, but I think that this vague feeling of non-person-ness comes from the growing public assumption that you aren't really succeeding unless you're working full-time, running a spot-free household and remaining sexy (and under 400 lbs.) for your husband. Now, I'm by no means suggesting that women shouldn't be paid the same amount as men, or that we should go back to pre-sufferage days, but is there anything wrong with not being Wonder Woman? Shouldn't it be enough to devote the vast majority of our time and talents toward making good, responsible, intelligent children?

Nonetheless and not withstanding, I have finally accepted that I'm not June Cleaver, nor will I ever be. There are days when my poor little Pomeranian can't even extract herself from the pile of laundry (washed or unwashed? I have no idea) that rises up like a wearable Everest. I feel inadequate, because I AM INADEQUATE! Sometimes it helps to just call a spade a spade.

So, despite my near-constant feelings of inadequacy, my horrendous temper and my seeming inability to fold and put away my laundry after it is washed, I shall live as well as I can, and throw myself into parenthood with as much gusto as I can muster; depending on the day.