I remember clear as day the moment I told my mom, with the haughty arrogance that only comes from being fifteen years old and full of worldly knowledge and superiority, that I would never be just a stay at home mom. I said it because that’s what she was. And I was mad. And in that moment I saw her …
I was born with a melancholy personality. It’s true. I have a natural tendency to be slightly gloomy, and I’m totally okay with that. In fact, I might be a little too okay with that… a little too comfortable with an “eh” fog hovering around me. I know, I know, that’s the first paragraph anyone would want to read when …
“Oh, I’m just a stay at home mom.” I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them, one in particular ringing in my ears. Just. I’m just this. I just do that. Except, there’s really no “just” about who I am or what I do all day everyday. I’m betting the same is true for you, too. …
At the outset, I feel it’s only fair to begin with the understanding that I am an introvert mom and I have much stake in the title of this post. However, I’m fully aware that even the little differences I cling to, as my personality dictates my momming in some instances, can be (and should be) claimed by extrovert moms, …