I'll be the first to admit that I've fallen prey to being sucked into the blasted Mommy Wars. I'm a pretty straight shooter when it comes to myself so I know it's because of a huge feeling of total insecurity in the role of mommy. (Granted it was SO exponentially worse about 8 months ago!) Needless to say, it's pretty shameful. I don't know if it's the instant information age that we live in or that fact that I am no doubt a Facebook addict (and as we all know anyone & everyone feels the right to give their opinion in whatever way they deem necessary without care or thought of another's individual situations & circumstances on FB;) Regardless of the cause...I got sucked in. Every time I read something about breastfeeding over formula feeding, cloth diapering over disposables, co-sleeping or separate sleep spaces, baby-wearing or not....my mind would spin. I would become OBSESSED with finding out as much information as possible to defend what I was doing with LL. It was exhausting. Tiring. A TRUE WASTE OF TIME!
Something dawned on me the other day. There's so much more to being a mother than how you feed your child (yeah, formula feeding being demonized was the real kick in the gut for this Momma). I had become obsessed with guilt that I couldn't breastfeed because that was something I so desperately wanted & expected to be able to do for my daughter. That guilt showed itself in defensiveness (sometimes justified, often times not) and sadness & jealousy. But a dear friend pointed out that how long a mother breastfeeds does not determine how good of a mother she is. Before you jump down my throat hear me out. Feeding your child is ONE, just one, responsibility that a mother has. Food provider is just one role a mommy plays.
For me, being Mommy means I am:
a snuggler
a face washer
a smoocher
a teacher
a role model
a bundles (yup that's my name for LL's tushy) wiper
a maid
a chef
a storyteller
an interpreter
a hugger
a guardian
a protector
a cheerleader
a boundary enforcer
a tooth brusher
a rocker
a block stacker
a singer
a prayer-sayer
a guide
a reflection of Christ's love
a woman totally reliant on God's good grace to help me parent the blessing He's lent to Matt & me.
I can confidently say that I adore the short list above (and every other part I couldn't think of right now!) and am pretty darn good at it. :) My almost one-year-old (Ahh! How did that happen???) loves me...honest and truly needs me, milk-filled boobies or not. She comes to me when she's sad, hungry, happy, playful, wanting a story or a smooch, or when she's ready for snuggles, some songs, and rocking to sleep. She comes to me. That's an amazing gift that God has given me that I almost squandered away by foolish obsessions. There's a much needed peace that came with this realization. I was snapped into the present moment...no more looking back. I had wasted so much time dwelling and grieving over what was not that I missed a lot of what was right in front of me. I promise to no longer spend my time wishing for what could have been, for that robs her of a mommy now. I promise not to get bent out of shape when someone tells me formula is crap...for I have a sweet blessing who needs me at this time and in this place. I promise to be present for her sake...God has charged me with that responsibility & privilege. I promise to spend every day trying to show God how grateful I am for His gifts of forgiveness, mercy, grace....and Laura! I promise to think about all the roles I am for LL because of how God has blessed me. May He keep my mindset healthy & focused on what is noble and good!
Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.









