My friend Tracie pointed me in the direction of a blog entry on Mommy Bloggers:
I miss the days when Martha Stewart was the only woman who could make me feel like a slacker. Martha, with her perfect hair, her effortless style, her brilliant ideas, her ability to find a use for everything and give everything a use. Between her estate gardens and her glue gun acumen, she was my go-to gal for inspiration, ideas and instruction.
I knew I could never quite accomplish her amazing feats of craftiness, but that was okay. After all, no one can really be Martha. She has personal assistants, stylists, gardeners, wealth. I could laugh at my attempts to “channel Martha” and just have fun.
Now, however, I’ve discovered a rabbit hole of blogging mommies who make Martha Stewart look like she spends her day watching soaps and eating bon-bons.
Uniformly, they are cute – slender, stylish, trendy. They have the ability to look at a dress in a thrift store and restructure a work of art suitable for a black tie party. They create their children’s clothing and sell the patterns. They are creative enough to make every birthday party, every holiday look like something out of a magazine. Their photography is professional, their writing is interesting, their interests are complex and varied. They recycle, reuse and look fabulous while doing so.
I love them.
I hate them.
I so want to be them.
I think it’s time to go back to Martha. My self-esteem can’t handle the collective creativity.
I just want you all to know you don’t have to worry about that here. When you’re here, your self esteem is safe. You will see pictures of kids being naughty and crying, with my messy house and unkempt yard in the background. You won’t have to worry about looking at pictures of a mom who was back into her size 3 jeans immediately after delivering her kids.
There will be no criticism here if you don’t eat all healthy organic meals that you prepare from scratch while doing educational crafts with your kids. I will never ever condemn anyone for their birthing/breastfeeding/circumcising/etc decisions. And I hope no one ever feels inferior just because I spit out a bunch of kids. If you choose to have two or one, it’s ok. I am not a better parent because I have more.
And in turn, I hope I never get all whiny about how my life is so difficult because of all my kids or my certain life circumstances. I don’t want to ever be the one-upper- not of who does it better or who has it worse. If I ever get like that, smack me and remind me of this post.
We’re all moms. (Well the vast majority of my readers, anyway). We are all equals. We may do things differently, but the bottom line is we are all just trying to do what’s best for our families- and that- not what religion we practice or what political party we support- is really what matters the most at the end of the day.