I don't know what happened between my mother's generation and mine but I'd just like to say: I'm getting off this train. Because if I don't, I'm gonna get run over.
Somewhere along the line–say early 90's?–it wasn't enough to just be a regular at-home mom. I'm not going to point fingers, but I knew something had drastically changed when I read a mom newsletter about being a Professional Mom. It was written by high-powered career women who'd decided to quit their jobs and bring all their corporate, organizational experience home.
Honestly, part of me really wishes they'd just kept their day jobs. Because holy hell, now I can't even watch Oprah without feeling guilty for not creating spreadsheets for my kids' schedules instead.
It used to be that kids came home from school and were let to run around the neighborhood until the streetlights came on. My mom used to let me run free and I didn't check in with her for hours.
I mean, I get it. We have stalkers and child molesters and all kinds of freaky pedophiles out there–so we have to be careful. But honestly? That's not the real reason moms my age can't catch a break.
The real reason is that at-home moms feel like they have to be Professional Moms. Which means: shuttling their kid to every manner of music lesson, math tutor, language lessons, cooking classes, horse-riding, soccer, baseball, cotillion.
A Professional Mom is always on. This is how she proves her worth. She oversees and manages every single second of her child's life. Because if she doesn't, her kid might not…what? Be successful.
And nothing scares the Professional Mom more than her kid going to junior college. Or (gasp!) taking some time off school to back pack through Europe.
Or, God forbid, live.their.own.life.
[Sidebar: do Ivy League schools charge so much money simply because they can? Simply because they know there are Professional Moms out here busting their asses to make sure their kid gets a 1600 on the SAT?]
So, she sits with her kid and does homework every night (to make sure she's academically competitive), she shuttles her kid around to every conceivable extra-curricular activity (to make sure she's well-rounded) and devotes every spare moment of her waking hours to insuring her child has the competitive edge.
I like to call this craziness: bottom-line parenting. Everything the Professional Mom does is driven by the bottom-line–how will this profit my kid?
The catch is that this creates an extraordinary load of guilt. The Professional Mom lives in abject terror of
failure. She doesn't want to "regret" the "little time" she has with her kids.
This is made worse in Christian circles where a working mother is almost on par with a hooker. Actually, it's worse. A Christian woman can feel compassion for a hooker. But a working mother? Well, tsk, tsk. Clearly, her PRIORITIES are all wrong. HASN'T SHE READ TITUS 2????
So, here's my question: is it really POSSIBLE to regret-proof your life? I doubt it. That's like saying it's possible to live a mistake-free life.
I'm fully convinced that my kids will grow up to resent something about what I did/didn't do. I imagine them sitting in therapy talking about how their mother forgot to pick them up from school and how that negatively affected their ability to form lasting personal relationships. NEVERMIND THAT I STAYED HOME WITH THEM ALL THOSE YEARS.
I'm not advocating a wholesale dumpage of kids into full-time daycare. I'm just saying that the "ideal" of the at-home mother is not all it's chalked up to be.
My mom worked full-time. I was her first priority, but I was not the sole source of her life and happiness. She had a life. And I got to be part of it.
Yeah, there was a time when I resented the fact that she never baked homemade cookies for me. But I've grown up and am so grateful that my mother is completely happy in her own life with her own friends and her own colleagues. I like it that way. I admire her for it.
Look, maybe it's possible to be a Professional Mom when all you've got is one kid. But I don't. I've got five. There's just no way I'm gonna be able to provide that level of Professional Parenting to all five of my kiddos.
What I do know is that I love them and we have a rollicking good time together. The best gift I ever gave my kids was the gift of their siblings, not me as their Professional Mom.
Now, give me a pack of Mint Milanos and let me watch my Oprah in peace.


