Stay-at-home moms, single moms, work-at-home moms, young moms, older moms, moms with their left nostril pierced, first-time moms, moms who watch "Lost"... the list goes on. There seems to be a group for every type of mom. Well, except one.
I don't worry about which preschool my son will go to. In fact, he probably won't even go to preschool. I don't post his "progress" on any board. Not even the fact that he can swear in two languages. Sometimes, we stay in our pyjamas until after 10. On holiday, I let him run around barefoot in the woods. So, what category am I in? Hard to say...
Don't get me wrong. It's not that I am an irresponsible parent... although it might sound like it. I guess I have some issues with the pressure that I feel to put myself into a mommy category. I am just the kind of person who likes to leave all their options open. Once you are in a category, you are pretty much pigeon-holed. I am a committment-phobic.
I have always been that way. The only difference now is that my reasons have changed. It used to be that I just wanted to make sure there was not a better offer out there somewhere. I thought that if I committed to something, I might just miss something better. Now, my reasons are different. Or maybe it's just that I have outgrown my committment-phobia. Could it be that I just haven't found the right name for what it is that I am committed to yet?
So, maybe I should start my own category. Anyone want to join the "Moms who chase chipmunks in their bare feet, giggle with their child until they both pee their pants (or diaper, respectively), watch cartoons all Saturday morning, moms who want their little kid to just be a little kid"?
Now I know that this IS the better offer I was waiting for. HE is my category.
I don't worry about which preschool my son will go to. In fact, he probably won't even go to preschool. I don't post his "progress" on any board. Not even the fact that he can swear in two languages. Sometimes, we stay in our pyjamas until after 10. On holiday, I let him run around barefoot in the woods. So, what category am I in? Hard to say...
Don't get me wrong. It's not that I am an irresponsible parent... although it might sound like it. I guess I have some issues with the pressure that I feel to put myself into a mommy category. I am just the kind of person who likes to leave all their options open. Once you are in a category, you are pretty much pigeon-holed. I am a committment-phobic.
I have always been that way. The only difference now is that my reasons have changed. It used to be that I just wanted to make sure there was not a better offer out there somewhere. I thought that if I committed to something, I might just miss something better. Now, my reasons are different. Or maybe it's just that I have outgrown my committment-phobia. Could it be that I just haven't found the right name for what it is that I am committed to yet?
So, maybe I should start my own category. Anyone want to join the "Moms who chase chipmunks in their bare feet, giggle with their child until they both pee their pants (or diaper, respectively), watch cartoons all Saturday morning, moms who want their little kid to just be a little kid"?
Now I know that this IS the better offer I was waiting for. HE is my category.
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