Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Two Years


My middle daughter started Kindergarten this week. My oldest is in fourth grade and my baby just turned three. This realization didn't hit me until the other day. In two years, I won't have anything to do all day. Of course, there is laundry, dishes, and mopping the floor. Will doing just that make me a maid? I don't want to be a maid or a chauffeur or any of those other things that moms sometimes call themselves. I am a woman. I am smart and goal oriented. I want to do big things with life. I have the college degree, the marriage, and the kids but I want more. Don't think of me as selfish here. I'm not selfish; I'm driven.

So I have two years...two years before the kids are in school and my hubby is pushing me to get a job. The only chance I have is to make a living from home. I like to think I am smart enough to figure out a way to do this on my own. My husband thinks I'm 'living in the clouds' but I don't care. I want him and my kids to be proud of me. I want to have a secure future where I am not dependent on a boss or paycheck that is far to little for the work I do. I think most of us feel that way but only a handful of us moms actually do it. I want my identity back. I want to make a name for myself that I choose. 'Mom' is great, but 'creator of my own destiny" is so much better. Here's to the next two years....

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Friday, July 3, 2009

My name is not mommy

Seeing as this is my first post, I wanted it to be clear from the start that I am a mom...is that obvious? I have three little girls and guess what...they all call me mommy. That is not my name. It's actually Jessica. As much as I like being a mom, I didn't give up my identity the moment I had kids. I am my own person, right? I had a life before kids. I had dreams and friends. I even had breasts. Well, for the most part, those things are gone. I am still desperately holding on to the dwindling small B cup I have left. I guess that will be gone in time too. Oh the joys of motherhood...no name, no friends, no dreams, no breasts. What do I have left? Oh yes, three kids and stretchmarks....I got screwed.