I have a confession to make here
There is nothing nowadays that I fear
More than meeting other mothers on weekends
For children’s activities- I’d rather run mundane errands
For each time mothers meet, the topics of conversation
Revolve around the extent of their enthusiastic participation
In their children’s lives- soccer practice, dance recitals
Advanced math classes, playdates- these are the staples
Of life as a mother- to which I sadly do not conform
I know driving children everywhere is the norm,
That I cannot keep up with because I need
The weekend to recharge my batteries indeed
While spending some quality time with my son-
So we read together or do art projects for fun
I am perfectly happy doing this, and so is he
(I think), but then I get worried each time I see
Or hear other mothers talking about
The tight schedules of their children; doubt
Starts clouding my mind- what if my son
Falls behind his peers- no, he has to run
The same race that everyone seems to
Be running, surely they have a better clue
As to how dabbling in ten different activities
Can secure a seat in an Ivy League with ease..
When I get carried away by these thoughts, I want to
Enrol him in every single activity available too
Then I stop myself so that I can re-evaluate
My priorities for my child, consider what I have on my plate
It is true that I want my child to develop skills multi-faceted
But not the same skills as others- I want him to be unique instead
Maybe by being at home and doing projects with me
He is learning more by exercising his creativity
Then I calm down and decide not to be a part
Of mom discussions next time- that would be a good start!
3 thoughts on “Mothering pains”
Hehehe … That was real good couldn’t agree more. Kindergarten days jab mein aksar school lene jati thi. Lekin mothers ki baatcheet sun kar main bah jati thi, ki main kuch bhi nahi kar pa rahi. Those homemaker used to discuss matters as if that was the one only important thing left in life.
The day my son threw up in the car as we were driving from one activity to another, while trying to eat ‘dinner’ in the car was when I said, “Enough!” I had to distance myself from those other moms. They lived vicariously through their kids and I thought it had come to the point of ridiculous. My kids knew and agreed with me. They participated but not to the point of crazy. Great post. Don’ get caught up in that nonsense.
I totally agree! There’s also a lot of comparison talk. I enjoy being a homebody and reading or doing activities that don’t involve a bunch of other moms trying to tell you “the way they do it”. Easy for people without an identity to get caught up in it.
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