Spiffy Moms

We always hear the term “working mom” or “stay-at-home-mom”.  And those terms bother me a bit.  Not because I really care about the whole war between moms and differing opinions.  What bothers me is that EVERY mom works.  Come on really, is there anyone out there that thinks that raising kids isn’t work?

Sure they’re cute and all but at some point, the light-bulb goes off and you realize, holy crap, I have these things for the next 18 years (at least) and I am molding the next generation of people on this planet.  I don’t know about you but that was a HUGE o-m-g moment for me.  To think that I have this kind of responsibility is paralyzing.  Aren’t I still the kid that screwed up and how did I get this job now?  Who EVER let ME of all people be in charge of other people?  It’s a crazy thought.

It’s a great responsibility and while it’s a “wing-it” kind of job sometimes, it’s something I’ve grown to treasure.  The paralyzing fear is gone (who knows what I’ll feel like when they’re teenagers) and it’s a lot of fun.  My boys are 7 & 4 years old and we are having a blast.  It’s great to see them mature and their personalities truly develop.  At this point, we can see our values, beliefs, creativity and intelligence growing inside them.  It makes all those “wing-it” times and life-lesson times seem worth it.  I mean, who knew that a conversation about boogers would lead to an hour-long manners-play-lesson that they had fun with and be something that we reference during our rude-in-public moments.

On that note, my props to all the mamas out there.  Really ladies, we (as parents, so I’m including you Dads also) have a tough job.  We’re only molding the future of the planet, ya know.

Peace