I love to write. For me it’s a creative outlet that I don’t normally get to indulge in. However, I have always been very uncomfortable with the idea of having a blog. I used to think that they were very narcissistic. Part of me still does. I can’t help but think how self-absorbed a person must be to think that their “Dear Diary” entries would be enlightened and informative enough for others to care enough to read about. However, my opinion slightly evolved after having my son, Liam. He was my first and like many first time moms my head was spinning and could not comprehend what was going on. I remember searching sites for ideas and tips on how to deal with sleep deprivation, unable to breastfeed, postpartum depression, the list goes on. I found those blogs to be useful as moms would retell their trials and tribulations and sometime I would cry or laugh as I related to it.
Shortly before returning to work (part-time, three days a week, 10 hours a day) I turned to the internet once again hoping to get some encouragement and support as a part-time stay at home mom and part-time professional. There are blogs upon blogs regaling in the joys of being a stay at home mom and giving advice on how to make your own puree organic baby food, while washing the cotton diapers and knitting booties. There were endless blogs from mothers who rejoiced in being full-time professional but still found the time to tuck their kids into bed at night and bring them to the park on the weekend.
However, what I didn’t find was any blog to help the mom who was stuck in the middle. The mom who enjoyed being a professional but probably would never hit the level of success as the full-time working mom did because she was not in the office enough. There were no blogs telling the stories of the mom who stayed at home two days a week but never had time to make organic anything because she was always trying to play catch up with her kids, the laundry, the doctor appointments, etc. There were no blogs to offer advice to the mom who was working part-time because she enjoyed the mental stimulation, the adult time, and quite frankly the time away from the house, but the minute she walked out the door she wished she was home with her kids. On top of this, these two species of mothers who were polarized also seemed to be opinionated about the other type. Full-time stay home moms would ridicule the full time working moms for not making the sacrifice of being with their children 24/7 and full time working moms would stick their nose up in the air to stay at home moms for not respecting themselves enough to using their college degrees and becoming powerful business women.
I was neither. I was in this weird limbo that could not fit into either mold. I was just hoping someone could offer me some advice on how to get some spit up out my new Calvin Klein dress I wore only once to work. I grew increasingly frustrated and more and more lonely. It didn’t help that in my own personal life I was only surrounded by the two mother types I described above. I had some people question my income, my values, and my parenting skills because I did want to work. I had others make passing comments that true success could only be achieved if I was in the office 50 hours a week.
So that is what brings me to today. I am now a mom of two still trying to figure out the balancing act of professional and stay at home mom and being happy doing it. I have come up with some ways to make it easier for myself and mantras to tell myself when I am down. Maybe this blog is a little narcissistic or maybe it’s an answer to huge gaping void for the “limbo moms”.