It’s been an interesting week. I spent Monday downtown getting oriented for my new part-time job writing ad copy. I always thought this big ad agency I’d driven past a million times was the mecca of cool – no entry unless you had the correct handshake and skinny jeans. Turns out, it’s just a bunch of folks doing their jobs. But, stigma sticks. It was a busy morning getting my badge, parking permit and computer, not to mention the fire-hose of orientation. Don’t get me wrong, I am pumped to be doing something I love as an actual job, but the learning curve is real. I’m rusty. Yes, I’ve been working from home since Brooks was born and this job will be mostly from home, but being in the business world was a jolt. And I can’t say I’ve ever had as much respect for working moms; I haven’t been that tired at the end of the day in a long time. At the same time, productivity is almost intoxicating when you’ve been reading the same Winnie the Pooh stories over and over for years. At the same time, it made me so happy to see pictures of kids hung around employee’s cubicles.
Tuesday, I transformed into the epitome of a SAHM, doing laundry all day and cleaning up around the house. Note that I was in my PJ’s until after lunch. None of us even set foot outside until 4:30pm. We “home day”-ed hard!
Then last night, I went to a MNO (mom’s night out). I joined MOPS (moms of pre-schoolers) this year mostly because it’s held at the same location where my Bible study girls attend school. This gave me a nice mom break, but also allowed me to have lunch with Sabra and my 11th graders twice a month. They aren’t the 6th graders I once taught. Nope, they have tennis and dance and Latin club, so coming to my house every Thursday night isn’t as easy as it used to be. In only one week, they will be seniors! And I may cry.
Anywhoot—MOPS is not for me, but I did it anyway. I boycotted all suggested crafts, enjoyed several speakers, but mostly rolled my eyes at the ultra-mom stuff. Funnily enough, I have been saying YES to every event proposed by MOPS lately and last night was a MNO at the Drafthouse. They rented out a theater and we watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding II. My expectations were low (for the movie and the event), but I ended up sitting next to the one girl at my table whom I really connected with and we had the best time. Also, the movie was spit-your-soda-out hilarious!
A cynical friend of mine who has much older kids than mine once brushed off these women by saying sarcastically, “MOPS moms act like they served in ‘Nam together.” I never told her that I joined, but she’s sort of right. We are all moms in the trenches. We are doing a hard thing together, getting diagnoses, watching our loved ones have surgeries and battling our own fears. We are working moms and SAHMs who need an excuse to have our husbands put the kids down so we can gab with each other over chips and queso, then watch a chick flick and laugh with reckless abandon. The 9-5 mom and the one in her house dress until 3pm each day all need the break because whether or not we are with our kids each day, they are with us. When I was at the office downtown all day Monday, I kept checking the clock to see what my kids were up to. And I don’t think I have ever plastered my kids with so many kisses at the end of the day, the poor things were shiny from all of my saliva.
Mom Life is hard and we need other moms. Now that I’ve quit MOPS, I actually get it. Who cares if they want to craft together? I’d prefer to play around with words on the page, but that’s my preference. And how cool is God that I get to make some money doing what I love. From home. Where my heart really is. But the truth is, my kids will keep growing. They will need me less and less and I will have to think about what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. It excites me that I may be able to continue earning money doing something I love. And I’m even more excited to step it up to the next level with this job. We shall see where it goes!