Jen and Sarah writes

March 23, 2010

The Mommy Contest

We could also have titled this
“Why We Think Moms Should Give Up a Little Control”
but, that just doesn’t sound as catchy, does it?

So, The Mommy Contest

We don’t want to win the mommy contest
You know the one
The one where you have to be the smartest
the calmest
the one with the superhero costume in her purse
the healthy snacks
and the right answers to everything

We spend so much time thinking and talking
about what it is to be a mother
Because the judgments come from every direction
There are no clear answers anywhere
And yet we mothers are expected to know all
to be all
for our children
and ourselves

But
the idea that we can come up with a way to shape our lives
so that everything will flow more easily
is a lovely idea, however
it’s just not that easy
it’s far from easy at all

There are universal truths, sure
but if we’re constantly seeking them out
are we really truly living them?

We do not need to win the mommy contest
We do not need to have perfect hair
Or perfect snacks
Or perfect children

We do not want to set guidelines
for when we can spend time together with our family
together as sisters
or alone

We would rather walk a mile
And learn something
About what it is like to be wearing different shoes
Than try to figure out what we’re doing wrong
and what we’re doing right

We have no experience of having children older than (almost) 8
but we have experience six times over of having children

We don’t know what comes next or how we will respond to new challenges
but we know that everything is changing all the time

We know that there is nothing rigid about the constructs of our time as mothers
And that we often do best when we roll with the punches

We don’t need to find a metaphor for our lives
(even though one of us, in particular, is quite fond of metaphors)
or this moment that we are in

We don’t need to find a way to manage everything
because tomorrow will force us to reevaluate our management style

We don’t want to compare ourselves to anyone
(even though it’s tempting, we’ve found it to be futile)

And we don’t want managing or comparing to get in the way
Of our mothering
Of our sisterhood
Of our children
Of our relationships

Our life, each of our lives, is our own
We can only try to describe our lives
and our minds
Here

Because
three kids, phew
It swamps you
It swamps us
In a way that nothing else ever has

And so there is always something to write
an idea to explore
Because that is what we want to do
Individually
Together
That is what WE want for US

And that is why we are here
We have given up a lot of control along the way
And found that even
with dirty hair
and cluttered lives
with imperfect wisdom
and plenty of days of flustered decision making
our kids are fine
and happy
and we are too

So we are here
Just as we are

And we are most definitely not here
To win
The mommy contest

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Christine LaRocque writes

Wow! I’ll say it again Wow! I suspect you’ll hear this over and over today as people read, but I’m seriously moved by this. I must copy and print it out and share among my friends. It’s powerful, it’s beautiful, it’s so very true. “We have given up a lot of control along the way,” absolutely, so difficult and yet it defines motherhood perfectly doesn’t it. I think perhaps it’s those of us who refuse to accept this basic reality that struggle the most in motherhood. A lesson to be learned for sure. Thank you for this.

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Nicki writes

So true! So raw! So real! Great words.

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Lindsey writes

I love this. Thank you – your poetry is lyrical in its rawness. I find I am swamped by motherhood as well (and just two!) – in a way I’ve never been swamped before. And those tempting and futile comparisons? Yup.
Thank you for writing this: a salient reminder of what matters.

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ck writes

“We don’t need to find a way to manage everything
because tomorrow will force us to reevaluate our management style.”

Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is exactly what it is. The two of you are pretty unstoppable as writers. (And mothers too, of course.)

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TheKitchenWitch writes

Word, girlfriends.

If we’re always stopping to examine our lives, are we living them?

Stuck right there in the shitstorm with you.

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Amber writes

Yes. Thank you.

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Jane writes

I am a contest winner in my own mind, with my own family. And that’s all that matter, isn’t it? Great post!

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Sarah replies

And that’s exactly where I think the contest should stay, within our minds and our families. (As long as we reign on high, of course!)

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SoccerMom writes

Well said. Now if you can share that with the moms out there who are always trying to one up everyone else, the world would all good again.

Thank you so much for having the courage to say the things you do.

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BigLittleWolf writes

Bravo.

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Cathy writes

“We don’t need to find a way to manage everything
because tomorrow will force us to reevaluate our management style”

Right…..once you figure out what works, it doesn’t anymore!

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Sarah replies

And it’s still so incredibly frustrating…even though I realized this when my firstborn was a NEWBORN. Why IS that?

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Corinne writes

I love this – and need it printed on my fridge :)

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Sarah replies

I’ll send you a copy on some gold, sparkly leaflet, my dear. Because you are winning not only the mommy contest, but one of the other most difficult contests out there. A contest with self over will.
:)

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Eva writes

Sing it, Sista!!

Sometimes I think about how kids were raised a generation or two ago, and how some of the stuff we worry about today is so ridiculous. My parents didn’t wear bike helmets, probably licked on lead paint chips, drank whole milk and ate way too much meat and potatoes. And they’re fine.

The issue here – competition between women – is a real challenge in our lives. Even with my dearest friends, it is hard not to feel a hint of competitiveness every once in a while. And that breaks my heart a little bit. We need to work on this, on supporting one another and realizing we all make personal decisions, we all make tradeoffs, but we are all trying to do our best as parents, wives, whatever.

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Sarah replies

I think about this often, Eva — the fact that our parents survived without helmets, with lead paint, with whole milk and corned beef on Fridays…and, of course, a slew of other things that are soooo (absurdly?) taboo now. These thoughts carry me through when I make unpopular decisions (and I make them quite often) for myself and for my kids.

The thing with this competition bit is true, too. But we know it won’t stop. We know it will always be there. And it is one of the major motivators to step into this blog world every day. I take a glimpse inside the worlds of other moms online, the ones who are spilling their fears and their anxiety, their faults and their insecurities, and I know I’m not alone. On top of that, I feel optimistic that there is a place for all of us to feel that much more real and that much more accepted.

I’m not naive enough to believe that the contest will end any time soon. I catch myself from time to time, I think we all do. But I’m okay with acknowledging it and for putting myself in check. And I’m becoming more and more okay with backing away from others when I see that’s what they’re about. Does that make sense?

If my blog sisters lived in CT my life would be a dream, I think.

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becca writes

oh how I loved every moment, every breath of this. Why oh why do I always feel like what I’m doing is a contest? Although I don’t feel like I’m competing with anyone else except myself. And I’m SO hard on myself that I’m not doing Better. Doing More. And swamping myself with all of these thoughts. I’m swamped and I’m drowning. But after reading this (more than once), I feel better. I’m feeling a little better about being swamped, because we all are and that’s just what it’s about.

Thank you both for this!

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Sarah replies

Yes. A contest with yourself. Even if you aren’t focused on others, you still somehow seem to be focused on yourself… to do more, be more, give more. And it’s so exhausting. And we need to accept ourselves even MORE than we need to accept others. But why does it seem so impossible? I feel like I am such an open, honest, accepting woman, human, friend…but when it comes to being open and honest and accepting of and with myself…all I see or feel is failure. Good at lots, great at nothing.

Swamped. Yes. In mind and motion, both.
xoxo

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Stacia writes

The superhero costume in my purse? It’s, um, mine. Because when the kiddos change the rules on me, I need all the help I can get. (And the mask covers up the dirty hair.) Thanks for this today! Desperately needed it.

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Kristen @ Motherese writes

“So we are here
Just as we are”

I adore you, Jen and Sarah, like Mark Darcy adores Bridget Jones: just as she is. Just as you are.

Thank you for these beautiful words and for calling for a universal truce in The Mommy Contest. And for welcoming us all here. Just as we are.

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Sarah replies

So you’re saying you like me AND my big girl panties? Heh heh heh.
I admit, I could stand to lose a few, JUST LIKE BRIDGET.

Not sure there will ever be a universal truce, but the idea is there, you know? The idea that we can if I focus on myself, I can focus less on “you.” That if I remind myself I’m doing the best I can do, I can look less toward others in search of bashing their successes. If I can attract more real to my real, then I will feel the most honest, open, good-natured vibe that women have to offer. Because that vibe? THAT is the thing I long for in my every day. It satisfies my soul. It propels me in moments of good and not-so-good. It becomes a backbone to the backbone of my family, in a way.

I will take anyone, just the way they are. Because that should really be…the only way (in dreams, I suppose).

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Maria writes

Yes! We are almost always involved in some imaginary (or otherwise) contest on who is the best…And really, are we better for it? No, we are running ourselves ragged in the hamster wheel.

It is better to do, analyze so that we may avoid further catastrophes, and move on, LIVE, BE.

‘Cause, really, in the end, it is our kids who win if they are raised by women who can and do, not those who are chasing windmill, Quixote style.

Thanks for having the courage to say what so many of us think and feel!

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Linda writes

Love it, gals! I always failed at the mommy contest. When my son was born 10 weeks early (before I even GOT to LaMaze!) – BIG mommy contest failure – pathetic uterus. But this nutritous snack/meal/drink thing? Eh? I’m barely holding myself together here.

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Sarah replies

Oh girl…pregnancy classes? Never took them. Mommy contest? Absolute failure. The proof? Nearly ZERO real life mommy friends. Sigh.

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Kelly writes

Amen! Brava!

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Belinda Munoz writes

You said it! To survive each day as a mommy is to thrive.

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Stone Fox writes

i always have this great intention to leave this page open overnight and come back the next day after i’ve had a night to sleep on your posts, and leave this really great comment that captures how i feel about what you’ve written. somehow, between the time i go to bed and when i wake up, your window has closed. i don’t know how, and by that i mean: my DAR.LING. HUS.BAND keep closing my damn pages!!

so before i go to bed, i will leave a quick comment. here goes:

thank you, once again, for putting into words the things i struggle to say. these kids.. they DO wear me down, they need so much all the time, and they are my little dirty-faced angels. i can’t control everything all the time, because there are too many variables and only one mom. i can’t worry about everything, because there is too much to worry about. so instead, i tell my kids a million times a day that i love them. that, i can control. if i screw up a decision or two every single day of their whole lives, they will at least grow up knowing they are loved. everything else just seems.. less important.

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Sarah replies

Your comment, as always, is so powerful, Miss Foxy, that all I can say is…
Love? Yes. A great big fat fucking YES.
At the end of the day (the literal day), I hope my kids go to bed feeling in their hearts that they are deeply loved. My greatest fear at the end of every day? That too many missteps (both theirs and mine) got in the way of that while we were awake. But it will never be so. And it is my job to prove it.

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Gale writes

If I could be granted one wish for mothers everywhere it would be confidence. Confidence so that we don’t doubt our decisions, don’t compare ourselves to others, and don’t apologize for who we are and how we parent. Then The Mommy Contest would have no participants, and wouldn’t that be a lovely thing??

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Shawna writes

I think I like Gale’s comment the best! No mommy contest!!! Just support and love as we journey through our lives as parents, friends, sisters. How perfect!

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Leslie writes

Oh, if only – a world in which motherhood really IS no contest!
Yours are words to live — and mother — by. And I think they say something about support and friendship, too.
As a go-to-work mom, I’m grateful to say that among other working mothers I’ve felt encouragement and commiseration rather than competition or judgment. Of course, I judge myself plenty.

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Sarah replies

I’m inspired that you have felt so much encouragement from other working moms. I think it shows there might be a turning of the tides. At work, at least. On the playground I still feel so very much in the ditches. The mom that grabbed a donuts for her kids to settle their angry stomachs so she could delight them with a trip to the park. I feel like I am always trading one bad for one good…but it’s the bad that gets notices so much more easily.

I also think that our individual communities speak volumes to how we are perceived by others, and received by others. I know that I love the town I live in, but I also wonder at the community of women…and that I haven’t been able to really engage in this because of pregnancy and infancy and pregnancy and infancy (yes, twice in a row.back.to.back) has not helped matters.

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Leslie writes

p.s. I love subtitles.
and this: “tomorrow will force us to reevaluate our management style.”
Hear hear!

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Scary Mommy writes

Genius post! I loved this one. LOVED.

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Tammy writes

This was amazing!!! I am the mother of a ten year old boy, along with triplet 2 year old boys. I feel like I’m under the microscope a lot but this post just put things into perspective for me! Thank you for posting this!

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Ms_Dilemma writes

Un(friggin)belivable !!! That would have to be the closest anyone has come to summing up the woes of motherhood. I AM MAKING IT MY NEW 10 COMMANDMENTS!!!!

thankyou!!!

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JT writes

SO glad to have found you through Kristen at Motherese (great guest post, by the way)!

The Mommy Contest will now be my creed.

Thank you both for this.

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Jodi writes

The contest… why do we always feel like we’re losing. our losing our sanity, failing our kids, forgetting things that other moms remember — the right snacks, the change of clothes, signing up for swim lessons or camp before they fill up. it’s so easy to look at our failings or fall into the competimom trap (where everyone else seems to be more on the ball than we are). thanks for turning the focus back to what really matters — our healthy, happy kids, our ability to keep going and trying, even if we never win the contest.

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MommyNamedApril writes

i love this, thank you.

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