There’s this constant barrage of information, self help, and blogs, to help us be the perfect parent. But frequently I keep seeing our mothers’ generation looking at mine with a worried look on her face. We are overworked, over stimulated and its our own fault.
I just can’t be about that life anymore. I know with certainty that I will fail in my own expectations of myself. I don’t need any help feeling bad about myself by constantly judging other moms or measuring myself against them.
We weren’t made to live such isolated lives where one mother does the housework and mothering that use to take a grandmother, in-laws, and maybe even the village idiot.
This year, I’m going rogue. This year I am Emile Hart: blogger, mother, and altogether badass!