I felt the need to post mostly because this bothers me every time I get on Pinterest and because I feel guilty that I haven’t posted in a very long time. Summer school and all that, you know. Teaching it…not enrolled. I was pursuing a degree in library science, so technically I would be enrolled for course work this summer, but I have to say that I might be a library science dropout. I never got around to enrolling in my classes before the end of drop-add. And, I just became a statistic for something else. Awesome.
So back to the point of this post. I have a beef with people who end up on my Pinterest feed, or whatever we call it in Pinterest, who have a board called “real mommy stuff.” Like. nails. on. a. chalkboard. I refuse to ever repin crap that they pin, even if it the 52 greatest ways to reuse a toilet paper roll for yard art. I just won’t do it. I scroll past their posts with a vengeance and with disgust seething from my clenched jaw. All of which goes away quickly when I find the next new way people are using reclaimed wood to make a dining room table, but that’s not the point. I’ll pin that, with absolute admission that I will never make a dining room table out of reclaimed wood ever, but I think the idea is cool and the person has not assigned to a stupid board called “real mommy stuff.” I also feel like there is no discrepancy in what gets posted under “real mommy stuff.” These people seem to put 695 slow cooker recipes, how to use a jig, painting mason jars, making outdoor bars for the deck, cleaning with lemons, and how to repurpose old bath tubs under “real mommy stuff.” I mean how much of that has anything to do with being a mommy anyway? Aren’t some of those things just “real people stuff”?
So why do I cringe when these pinners and their board labeled “real mommy stuff” show up on my screen? I don’t know if it is the smugness of their pictures (I’m sure they are very lovely people and that I’m totally projecting their smugness) or just the fact that there are things out there that people feel should be categorized under “real mommy stuff.” I’m also sort of over, okay really over, the claiming of all things by mothers-that sounds really terrible. Maybe it is more that I am over the only identity any woman in their mid-30’s and 40’s seems to be recognized for is their being a mother.
Being petty? Probably. The either or identity seems to permeate every aspect of our lives and I’m just not okay with it. Every time it comes up, it makes me acutely aware of what I am not and that’s the rub.