Quite frankly I blame ourselves. We women are to blame for the mommy wars. And I am not talking about the war between the stay-at-home and working mom. But the war we have with ourselves.
The feminist revolution happened when I was too young for it to impact. When I had Abby you fell into one of two categories: the stay at home or the working. One of us definitely looked down on the other. But for different reasons, I think, at least for my generation.
There is this theory that the SAHM (crappy acronym by the way) is the lucky ones. We working moms think their houses are spotless, their kids are well behaved (and probably don't watch TV) and they have real family meals every day. We also think you could drop by and use their bathroom and they won't be running in to give it a quick scrub down first. Working moms, at least this one, views the SAHM as their superior, falling just behind those
In truth, the stay at home and the working moms are equals. We are all fighting the same battles. We are trying to manage our house in this 24-hour world. All of us at some point have hidden in the closet eating the last M&M. We are the CEO of the house, the Keeper of the House, the Chief Financial Officer of the House, the Cruise Director for every day off/vacation/snow day, the Executive Chef, Homework Tutor and Head Stylist/Fashion editor.
Where a SAHM feels she has to apologize for being "just" a mom, I feel I have to apologize for working and not being there. I am not at the girls school parties. I am not chaperoning field trips. I am not doing a project for science. My house is never company clean and some days (gasp) my kids wear their pants from the day before. I drop Boo off and feel that I am "just" working when I should be with my child. I rarely meet Abby's bus in the afternoon and feel guilty that I only see her for two hours before bed. That those two hours are usually filled with screaming and crying over math homework doesn't help the guilt.
The Mommy Wars suck. But the war we create in our own heads? The guilt we feel by whatever choice we made, that sucks more.
We are not just moms. Not anyone of us. I am declaring a truce in the Mommy War. We are no longer thinking poorly of ourselves. We promise to end the judgement of how we are doing by the mom next door. We will embrace who we are, dust bunnies and all. I declare a new mantra:
I'm a mom, no qualification necessary.
Who's with me?