I put my career on hold the day I became a mama. I pin recipes and crafts to my Pinterestboards and actually make them. I make homemade baby food. I truly enjoy getting down on the floor and playing with my kids everyday. We start our days with a morning dance party. Yes, it’s true, moms like me really do exist. And guess what? I’m not ashamed to be one.
I’m that baby-wearing mom in Trader Joe’s who patiently allows her toddler to navigate the aisles with his mini shopping cart. I’m that mom with the confusing assortment of items in her cart: mainly healthy, organic foods with Oreos and Cheetos added in, just because they put a smile on her son’s face. I’m that mom in the doctor’s office with the Mary Poppins bag of tricks – complete with snacks, books, toys, and as a last resort: the notorious iPad.
I will never be the mom that buys pre-made valentines or store-bought cupcakes for school parties. I will probably chaperone every field trip and volunteer for every bake sale. It’s not that I’m trying to prove something to the other parents, but because I really do enjoy all of these things.
Growing up, my answer to “What do you want to be when you grow up?” changed as frequently as my shoe size. I wanted to be an artist, a writer of children’s books, a teacher, an interior designer, a baker, a visual merchandiser. At one point, I even thought it would be fun to be a maid (I kid you not). You see, all of these careers are linked in some way: they’re all creative or have to do with children.
I kept my secret to myself – I really just wanted to be a mommy when I grew up. But, for the millennial generation, that was never an option. We were programmed to “shoot for the stars.” In a generation, where girls can do anything: become a doctor, a lawyer, or even president, my teachers and parents would have sent me for a psychiatric evaluation if I told them I just wanted to be a mommy.
There is not a doubt in my mind that one day I will want to be a career woman. But today, there is no money in the world that I would trade for the opportunity to stay home with my kids. I know that moms like me can come across as obnoxious, or even fake. Are there days when I settle for the jarred baby food and let my kids watch 10 straight hours of Nick Jr.? Of course. I’m far from perfect. Sure, there are days that I think it would be easier if I could just drop them off at daycare and go to work. But I know that wouldn’t keep me happy for long. I’m made to be a mommy. Motherhood may not be a glamorous life, but it’s my life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.