Every day the tasks are the same.
So many times I feel taken advantage of.
And that makes me feel bad.
I never desired the details of this life. They were not my goals. When I was young I didn’t say I will work toward a life of managing a household.
I watched a scene in a movie where two moms had a conversation about working outside of the home when their kids got older. One mom said “I’m just good at this.” She meant that she was good at being a mom, probably better at that than anything else. She wasn’t interested in doing anything else.
I thought that was a simple way to view a life. She wasn’t ashamed; she didn’t feel bad about it. She didn’t care what anyone else thought about it. She knew she was a good mom, and she owned it. I admired her.
But I didn’t want that life.
Somehow I got that life.
There are moments when I feel that I am wasting my life – being just a mom. And I remember my past work life, however brief.
I am vastly better at being a mom than whatever I was in my past work life.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been doing this longer than I did anything else. Maybe it’s because I’m older, smarter, and better at everything now than when I was younger.
I still admire that mom in the movie.
And sometimes, when I stop wasting moments of my life feeling depressed, dejected, under-appreciated, and under-valued, I own being a mom and can admit that I’m just good at it, too.
Because I really just am.