Do you have those things that just bring up parenting insecurities?
Mine is being home alone with my daughter for long stretches of time. Like, 2 days of being snowed in.
Stupid right? What working mom doesn't want to be snowed in with their kid?
Well, I do want to be snowed in with my kid. I want to watch TV and drink hot cocoa all day. But something about being home for long stretches of time makes me insecure about not being Pinterest Mom.
Every time I throw out a cardboard paper towel tube, I think "I bet there's 100 cute things we could do with that on Pinterest"
Every time I get letters home from school about giving out Valentine's or contributing to Halloween treat bags for all the friends, I freeze. I have no idea how to decorate a cardboard box like a heart covered mailbox. But Pinterest Mom can.
I stand in Walmart in front of the play-doh and I know I could make my own. Pinterest Mom does. I even did it once! But I can never find the recipe. And I never have the ingredients.
There will never, ever be anything Pinterest worthy that comes out of this mom's imagination. I can't create a replica of Jake and the Neverland Pirate ship out of Oreo cookies and marshmallow fluff. I can't craft darling little stamped valentines with hand tied ribbons because the one year we tried that, we ended up looking like a bad scene from MacBeth. You know, the one that starts "Out, out damn spot. Will these little hands never be clean?"
I have no doubt that if I tried to make adorable little Strawberry Santas, I would also end up with this melty, horrifying massacre. And have one very, very sad child on my hands.
In anticipation of this snow day, I went to Walmart and brought new play-doh, the store brought kind, and charged up the iPad with netflix and caved and bought a LeapPad. I bought pre-printed cellophane bags and dollar store heart erasers (what happened to the days of those little cards you just fill out?!) and DD Bird will love stuffing the bags. I will love not having another painty, bloody mess all over the walls. And decorating the box? I'm wrapping it in red Christmas wrapping paper and calling that a day. She can hold the tape.
Because I'm just not Pinterest Mom. I'm I-love-my-kid and birthday-parties-come-from-the-store-aisle and valentines-come-from-the-dollar-store and popcorn-is-fine-for-lunch and color-wonder-rocks-my-toxic-world mom.
Pinterest has just sucked all the life out of my creative brain. It intimidates me. It makes me feel inadequate. And you know what happens to people and things who make me feel inadequate and small?
I defriend them. Bye bye, Pinterest! Hello, space in my brain for the sincere and genuine love I know how to give, confidently.
Pinterest Mom, I thank you for making the kiddie corner of the world a prettier place.
What is your intimidation place? What makes you feel less than the stellar mom you are? And what are you going
Because this I do know, and I didn't get it from Pinterest - you are the exact mom your child needs.
<== Hot chocolate brought to you by Swiss Miss. Blissfully prepackaged.
<== Adorable placemat brought to you by the clever people at school. Who should have a Pinterest board.