I am so beyond excited to have my little girl… I am GIDDY most of the day just thinking about all the tiny faces she’ll make and noises she’ll gurgle. I cannot wait to play with her, and to see what color her hair is, and to get to know her amazing personality. I cannot wait to read to her, and teach her to shake her bon bon! There are so many things to look forward to.
But as excited as I am to meet my child, I sometimes am not as excited to be a “Mom.” You know, the whole MOM part of that parenting thing. Yes, perhaps I should have thought this through…TOO LATE!
Ha, but the “mom” parts I’m talking about are mostly the superficial and logistical ones. You know, things like, needing “mom jeans,” having a “mom purse” and not realizing it…(though my sister (tenderly) informed me I already have a mom purse…and it’s true, it’s a horrible purse) giving “mom looks” and speaking in “a mom voice.” Pushing a stroller, and carrying a car seat…THEY LOOK SO HEAVY! They are those “Mom” things you wish you could avoid, but know, will inevitably become a reality.
And what makes it all the more stressful is how many glamorous moms surround me, surround all of us. I think there is an UNREAL amount of pressure on moms, especially young moms, to be even THINNER, dress even HIPPER, and be even COOLER, than when they were not a mom. Like, they need to make up for their “momness” by being EVEN MORE of everything. Doing even more amazing things with their time, making the most beautiful meals, and always looking like they are NOT a mom.
I think we see a lot of that in blogging especially. Women who lose their baby weight within mere months, have a perfectly put together nursery, and somehow still don’t seem as frazzled as I am on an hourly basis. How do they do it? I always wonder. And I sincerely don’t think it’s all a matter of everyone “trying too hard” or not having their priorities straight. I just think it always appears, to the outsider, that the other person has it altogether, and we do not.
I was lucky enough to see an early screening of that new documentary “Babies.” (THANKS ERIN!) But I think it’s out everywhere now.
It follows four babies from around the world through their first year of life. And the main thing I took away, other than we as American’s are total WIMPS and way too worried about everything…was this feeling from the moms in Africa.
It shows these women, with the most unsightly, monstrous boobs you’ve EVER seen, and most of the time they are just tending to the babies and children. Now, I’m sure they do a lot of other work. Cooking, washing…but they live in huts, they have next to nothing. So I’m sure their cleaning routine is not as complicated as we all make ours.
Most of the time (in the documentary) they are sitting around, gossiping, and offering mammoth boobs to any child in need. And the part that struck me as so novel was: they don’t look the least-bit antsy about it! They don’t look like they are constantly thinking, “OH CRAP, I NEED TO GET THIS DONE TOO!” They look perfectly content doing exactly what they are doing. Which at this point in their lives, is taking care of their horribly adorable babies.
Anyway. I’m going to try to keep that in mind…you know, when I’m going out of my mind. But another comforting thing, when I start to stress about totally losing who I am and turning into a Momzilla…is this series of commercials for Sienna. Which I think, by the way, are BEYOND genius. I just wish I’d written them.
So here’s to all the mom’s out there, and the people who love them.
I’m making Jesse McCartney’s sage pop lyrics from “Leavin” my new motto: “Don’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stress.”
Oh, and I’m seriously considering a Swagger wagon.