Everybody knows that you don't get into the whole motherhood gig for the big bucks and the fancy office. If tedium, bad smells and repetition get you down, this may not be the career choice for you. And, if words of affirmation are your love language, then just toss your self-esteem into the Diaper Genie.
Unless you have a blog...
Then you post a moderately-attractive picture of your family and within 24 hours, you will have a few friendly comments. Your kids are adorable! Your hair looks great! You write a few truthful paragraphs about your struggles with a special-needs child and all kinds of people you've never met before will be sending well-wishes. You are such a good mom! Hang in there! I've been there, too. You paste some photos of famous Mormons and type your thoughts on polygamy and you will feel like a cyber-celebrity for 8 glorious hours.
Thanks to everyone who has written in, commented and linked this weekend. It has been so good for the self-esteem of this affirmation-craving-stay-at-home-mommy type.
Yesterday, when my 3rd grader's little buddy hopped into the minivan with some constructive criticism--Wow! You REALLY need to clean up in here!--I didn't get defensive. Instead, I mentally traveled to my online-happy-place. Who needs a clean car anyway? After all, Dancin'Queen thinks I'm "brilliant!"
Today at the grocery store, the cashier gave me a withering look as the twins went into their traditional checkout freak-out. So what?! I thought. Who cares what he thinks? At least, Hollyween likes and links me!
Losing a ten-minute debate with my three-year-old about certain health risks involving a lollipop and a soccer field port-a-potty didn't get me down. Hey, you little squirt! You might think I'm a nag and a spoilsport. But The Mombabe sent me two comments. She even sang Hallelujah! With teeny-tiny music notes! (Tutorial please, Mombabe.)
So thanks again, everybody. You made me feel like a million bucks.
Now, just convince the people who live with me...