After much nagging from well-intentioned friends and family, I have finally bitten the proverbial bullet and let my random thoughts loose on my little world, through a blog called RunLikeAMom.
Read it. Share it. Comment on it. Or don’t. But, in the immortal words of someone far more clever than I: Above all else, be kind. It’s hard putting yourself back out there when you’re Just a Mom.
Why RunLikeaMom? Because I spend my life either Running Around after children, or Just Running to find my sanity. I’m a Mom. It’s who I am and what I do. And it’s high time I came to accept that.
You see, I didn’t exactly envision my life as ‘Just A Mom’. In a previous life, I was Someone. (At least, I thought I was!) And now, I’m more like ‘Someone’s Mom’.
I have officially moved from the subject to the … um ok, hold that thought, that’s not working. On top of everything else I have forgotten in my quest to remember everything for everyone else, I have forgotten my university level English education. But you get the point.
What I haven’t forgotten is that the name of my blog is a shameless plagiarism of the Always campaign #RunLikeAGirl. If you haven’t been exposed to this campaign, especially if you have girl children, watch it.
The premise is simple: When did “Running Like a Girl” (or hitting like a girl, or throwing like a girl, or fighting like a girl – or doing anything Like a Girl, for that matter), become an insult?
Why does society automatically assume that doing anything Like a Girl is not as good as doing it Like a Boy?
And, to that point, why does society – and I include myself in this – automatically assume that being ‘Someone’s Mom’ is not as good as being ‘Someone’?
In spite of the many campaigns (thanks P&G!) to celebrate moms, and the many people around me (thanks my Sweet Husband!) who tell me every single day how important it is to be A Mom, somewhere in the back of my mind, I don’t quite believe it.
There is a large part of me that feels like I have Opted Out of Real Life. (Sorry, I mean those caps, so I’m keeping them in.)
And there is another part of me that feels like I have Wasted My Education. (Ditto on the caps.)
In my previous life, I too wondered what full-time moms did all day. I rolled my eyes, and pictured perfectly good brains dusting over and eventually shrinking and atrophying.
So I tried to keep my brain from shrinking and atrophying by writing. I freelance, and I have a couple of loyal clients. But, if I’m to be perfectly honest, I am as full a time mom as those who do not work at all. I work from home, so my time is my own. The Sweet Husband and I share lifts to school, but I am there every day at pick up. I watch every gala, and netball and hockey match. I have time to run in the mornings, or have coffee, or go for a pedicure if I so desire. My brain is full of what sports kit needs to go to school on what day, who needs a birthday present for which friend, and who has an upcoming assessment.
(On the plus side, I now know exactly where all nine provinces are, and even how to tell you all about myself in Zulu!)
And so society – and myself, as a member of that society – deems me to be somehow less of a Someone. Not a contributing member, as it were.
Truth be told, I am probably my own worst enemy. The voices in my head are quite often much louder than those around me, and have a tendency to drown out even P&G’s best intentions.
And so, just as #RunLikeAGirl aims to regain control over the voices of society that tell us doing stuff Like a Girl is somehow less valuable, so RunLikeAMom is my way of attempting to regain control over the voices in my head that say the same things about being a Mom.
I am a Mom. It’s time I owned it. So I bought the URL.