I sometimes watch her from the distance and wonder if she has an extra supermom cape I could borrow.
She’s also the class parent, organizing school trips, serves on the school board and is a Girl Scouts troop leader. She feeds them a hot breakfast before school and prepares them a hot lunch each day. I see families like hers every day, always dressed in clean and pressed coordinated outfits with neat hair. La Tonyia Dodger-Cameron, 41, a stay-at-home New Jersey mom, has two children, ages 8 and 4. While staying home may lighten the load, it doesn’t dissolve the pressures and self-doubt. Of course, taking an extended leave-of-absence or departing from the workforce altogether to raise children might sound grand-until you do it. Due to historic economic disparities between Whites and African-Americans, staying at home just hasn’t been feasible for Black women. The number of African-American women working as stay-at-home moms fell by half between 19, according to a U.S. And we need to start giving ourselves permission to be imperfect.”Īs with most societal issues, economics plays a major part in how we parent. “There isn’t a single mom on the planet who doesn’t feel like she’s underperforming at times.
“It’s a common feeling,” says Latham Thomas, founder of Mama Glow, a lifestyle website for new moms and the author of Mama Glow: A Hip Guide to Your Fabulous Abundant Pregnancy. We have learned to live with exhaustion, depression or in a constant state of stress. Worst of all, we typically leave ourselves off the list. And we share a similar warning sign: feeling pressured to satisfy the demands of multiple sectors of our lives, with our chins lifted and tear ducts dry. How could you be so stupid? I checked in with a few women and learned we’ve all had our face-to-palm mommy moments. It’s been months, but the cycle of negative self-talk still swirls around in my head. I couldn’t believe I’d made such a grave error. While she struggled for breath between vomiting, I tried hard not to do the same. How on earth could I have forgotten that? I raced to the school in time to ride in the ambulance with her. I’d told her to pig out on pesto sauce, in which ground pine nuts is a primary ingredient. It came to me in a flash: She has a severe allergy to all tree nuts. My baby girl had had an allergic reaction to something she ate. They were racing my daughter to the emergency room. The next day, just after lunch, I received a call from her school’s nurse. I told her she’d likely love it and should give it a try. My 8-year-old daughter decided she wanted to try pasta with pesto sauce for a special menu her school was serving. Two months ago, I got yet another reminder that I’m not a supermom. Share on Twitter Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on LinkedIn Share on Email
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