There are all types of moms out there - the crafty mom who makes the kids' Halloween costumes and Christmas Stockings every year, the gourmet mom who makes homemade meals from scratch, the cool mom who is up to date on the latest trends and then there's the fun mom who does silly things like puppet plays and making tents from couch cushions.
I'm not sure what type of mom I am, but I know for sure that I am not the "fun mom". In the four years that I've been a pseudo stay-at-home-mom (a working mom that has the hours and responsibility of a stay at home mom?), I've never enjoyed imaginary play with dinosaurs and cars or crafted little creations from Play-doh. I've enjoyed reading to them and cuddling, for sure, and we have lots of laughs tickling and making funny faces, but the fun and silly part of parenthood has been left up to my husband.
I often wonder if the daily grind of diaper changes, potty training, tantrums and discipline have zapped me of all my "fun mom" material. Maybe that's why it's easy for my husband to be the fun parent; he's been gone all day and hasn't had to deal with any of the insanity. He comes home to kids excitedly running to the door yelling "DADDY IS HOME!", snuggles and video games, bed time stories...the fun stuff.
I also often wonder what type of mom my boys will think of me as when they are grown. Will I be the constant nag always telling them to pick up their toys? Will I be the neglectful mom because of the work I do? Maybe the tough mom because I have high expectations.
Whatever the case, I can't help but feel a bit guilty that I'm not the "fun mom".
Kristin Mastre
West Bank Dignity
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*Ramallah, West Bank, Israel*
Jalazone is a refugee camp
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I think just the fact that you actually spend the time with them and play with them, makes you the "fun" mom. It's hard to do that, but we do it because we love our kids.
My husband used to sit and play Barbie's and Bratz with my daughter—it was the cutest thing!
Mommy guilt never ends. We are never perfect enough. We never play enough. We never clean enough. But we sure make ourselves feel bad often enough.
None of us are perfect in our daily interactions with our kiddos, but I always believe that our love is perfect enough.
One guilty Mom to another...
Jen
maternal guilt is unending
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