The Things My Mother Didn't Do

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As a member of the newest generation of moms, I think I can speak for us all when I say that we are under a lot of pressure to be it all and do it all, at home and in the workplace. Things have changed a lot since our moms were moms, and their moms before them. I mean, we have the Internet to tell us how to do things, Pinterest to tell us how to do them pretty, and Sheryl Sandberg to remind us that no matter what we're doing, we’re not doing enough. The billionaire Mom/CEO-hybrids are setting standards and raising bars with every speech they give and book they write. If they can "lean in" to such success, why can't I just get that month-old load of laundry done and brush my teeth once today?

As a new mom, I tend to find myself reflecting on all of the things I'm not doing. Or that I am doing wrong. Or that I wish I had done but didn’t. Because when you're under so much pressure it's hard to see things through rose-colored lenses. If you feel like every aspect in your life could unravel at the slightest tug of the wrong thread, it becomes all too easy to focus on how you're screwing it all up instead of how your kicking ass. I could tell you 50 things I didn't do (or did wrong) recently, but would be hard pressed to find any kind of extraordinary accomplishment.

For example, take how my kid is on his 4th ear infection in a row and, like the terrible mother that I am, I never even noticed. Or how I forget to write all of Charlie’s milestones in his baby book and have to reference back to old Facebook posts to write down the actual date of a first word or step or haircut. Or how I completely forgot to take his 1-year milestone photo, even after a religious 39 weeks of pregnancy bump pics and 11 monthly growth photos -- just slipped my mind. Or how I Febreezed his dirty jeans yesterday so they might pass for something resembling clean clothing when he showed up at daycare. Or my recent favorite, how I gave my 17-month-old ice cream and pizza for dinner because I just couldn’t muster up the energy to make another meal, let alone a healthy one.

Whenever something isn't perfect, if I feel overwhelmed, or whenever things seem to deviate slightly from normal (as if "normal" even exists with a toddler), I'm certain it's because I'm doing it all wrong. Because I wasn't cut out for this. Because I’m a fraud.

But as my child threw a blood curdling, body thrashing, hour long tantrum today -- first because I wouldn't share any of my ice cream, then because I was trying to share my ice cream with him, then because I wouldn't let him dump the entire container of ice cream over his head -- I got to thinking, all of these imperfect moments can’t be solely the result of me sucking as a mom.

And, that got me to thinking about my own mother. She’s the only point of reference that I have for this job, and I wonder how she could do it so well (to three kids, by herself) when I seem to just barely be keeping my head above water with one and one on the way. Which then got me thinking about all the things she, my awesome mom, didn’t do.

Like how not a single Christmas can go by without me reminding her that while there is a “Baby’s First Christmas 1979” and a “Baby’s First Christmas 1982” ornament to put on the tree, there is no “Baby’s First Christmas 1983” ornament, from the year I was born. Or at least there wasn’t until I bought one for myself off eBay and put it under the tree a few years ago. And this usually turns into a discussion about how sparsely filled out my baby book is and how there are only about 10 baby photos of me in existence. Total 3rd child syndrome. Interestingly, not one of these things ever made me feel less loved as a child or even as an adult.

Things Mom Didn't Do in the 70's 80's and 90's
Credit: ethanhein.

My mom also didn’t buy us every toy on the market or put herself into extreme debt to keep up with the Joneses or make sure we had everything we ever wanted. Even though we didn’t understand why she couldn’t just “write a check” for candy and toys in the line at the grocery store, if she didn’t have the money and we didn’t absolutely need it, she didn’t get it.

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