A non-homemade mommy

I have a confession.  (Well, I’m not sure that it’s a confession, because I’m not really ashamed of it.)

I’m a non-homemade mommy.

Don’t get me wrong, there are some things that I do myself from scratch, but for the most part, I don’t make things for my kiddo.  My biggest contribution to her was my breast milk for her first year.  I think I ought to get credit for that because it was hard work and could be called homemade.  I make meals for her.  And I do sometimes made things from scratch like blueberry muffins, banana bread, pumpkin bread and pizza dough.  I even add in a few extra goodies like flaxseed and wheat flour.  I don’t mind baking and cooking when I get a chance, but I’m not the kind of person who does elaborate dishes from scratch all the time.  But, I never make crafts.  I don’t make costumes.  I don’t make elaborate birthday cakes.

This is my spaghetti sauce of choice. It's easier. "They" say spaghetti sauce is easy to make, but opening a jar sometimes is just easier to me.

I’m not good at that stuff.  I know some moms who are great at that stuff.  I think it’s awesome all the things that can do for their kiddos.  I just know it’s not for me.  I know that trying to figure out making and decorating a Minnie Mouse cake for my daughter’s second birthday would have majorly stressed me out.  (And I’m talking making as in using a box cake mix, which I’m good at.  The decorating part not so much.)  I’m not crafty like that.  I don’t really enjoy it.  Thankfully, I also don’t feel pressured to do so.

I feel the same way about Halloween costumes.  I know some moms who feel a great obligation to make their kids’ costumes every October, but that’s never been me.  OK, this is only her third Halloween, but we have always dressed up our dog.  I will say that this year the kiddo will be Tinkerbell (thank you, Disney store).  I thought it’d be cool for the dog to be Peter Pan and even said to my husband these are times I wish I sewed.  However, he then reminded me that our dog has a pirate costume.  Looks like Buckles will be Captain Hook (and I wish very much that he’d wear a gray sock on one paw, but that’s a bit much for the poor fella).  Do I think it’s awesome when moms sew and/or put together great costumes for their kids?  Heck, yeah.  I just can’t do that.  Honestly, I can’t even sew on a button.

Here’s the thing.  In high school, I was too busy taking academic classes and music stuff to take time for home ec classes.  I think I’ve mentioned this before.  I appreciate what those classes afforded me (including a full academic scholarship to college), but I regret that I’m kind of clueless on this stuff sometimes.  Then again, I think we all have talents.  Mine is not in the craft department.  I go into stores like Joann Fabrics and Hobby Lobby and think how cool it would be to do some elaborate project, but then I laugh at myself.  It’s just not me.

I will get crafty at some point this year by buying wooden letters spelling out my daughter’s name for her room as we redecorate when she moves to a big girl bed.  I’ll paint them a solid pink to match her Minnie Mouse comforter.  Maybe we’ll put some polka dots on them with paint.  Then again, maybe not.  But, that’s about as crafty as I’ll get.  I’m also not a home interior design mommy.  In fact, I joke that our house sort of looks like a bachelor pad even now that we are in our early 30s with a kiddo.  We’ve lived here for nearly eight years and still don’t have pictures hung in our bedroom, bathroom or spare bedroom.  The other pictures were mostly hung only a couple of years ago.  The only room with any sort of decor scheme is my kiddo’s room.  I’m just not into that kind of stuff.

I don’t think my general non-homemadeness makes me a bad mom.  I have said it before, and I will say it again: motherhood is hard enough.  As long as you’re doing your best, that’s all that matters.  I am fortunate to be know a wonderful group of moms who embrace that philosophy.  I know not all moms are like that.  But, I appreciate those who are.  Those who don’t judge me based on what I make or what I don’t — just as I don’t judge them likewise.  I appreciate their talents.  I think they appreciate mine as well.  We are each unique and that is 100% OK.

In the meantime, I’ll continue to be happy with shortcuts like jarred spaghetti sauce, making brownies from a box mix, buying Halloween costumes and ordering birthday cakes from my favorite local bakery.  The best part is my child doesn’t judge me.  She enjoys me just the way that I am.  She loves my spaghetti, is thrilled with her store-bought costumes and enjoyed her bakery-made cake.  She doesn’t hold it against me.  That’s all that matters.

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