Who is this Woman Anyway?
I plan to continue to write about all the things you don’t need for a baby, not out of a twisted desire to take down the baby product industry but just because I was there once too. I bought a lot of junk that it turned out I never used, and even if I didn't add up the hundreds of dollars wasted, the added burden and impact on the environment of all this excess and unnecessarily consumerism is enough to give pause.
As I sat down to write today’s blog about dangerous baby bouncers I realized that I spend a lot of time talking in these blogs and on the internet about myself, but probably most of you reading this have no idea who the I behind Hushamok actually is.
If I was meeting you at before school drop off I would introduce myself as Julie, the mom of that six year old boy over there about to fall out of that tree. If we met at a business meeting I would be Julie, owner of Hushamok, an independent eco-friendly baby furniture company. If we met at a party I would be Julie, the wife of Mark and then I would have to excuse myself and leave because seriously? Since when do I have time to go to parties?
It is not often I will meet someone and be just Julie. I am always, mother, wife or full-time worker. I used to be just Julie, years ago. But if I met Julie, the girl who studied Natural Resources, who followed around the Grateful Dead as a teenager and spent hours in cafes drinking coffee after coffee while reading Camus, I wouldn't recognize her.
Sometimes I miss being just Julie. Being a working mother is stressful, hard and there is never enough time for everyone. Someone always misses out. I don’t resent my children or my husband or my company for the fact that it always me that misses out. I don’t have time for parties or to read a book, even to breathe most of the time.
It’s easy to get caught up in the stress of every day life, with balancing the different parts of your life, and sometimes it’s just too much. Some nights, after a day of meetings I want to go hide in the bathroom and not come out until every one is asleep. I just have to remind myself that one day, there won’t be anyone to hide from in the bathroom and that scares me more than all the lego tantrums in the world combined. Because right now I still have two little boys who look at me like I hung the moon, one of whom indignantly told a woman who suggested he looked like his father yesterday, “No. I’m a mommy’s boy not a daddy’s boy!”
Nice to meet you, I’m Julie, mother of Lucas, Leo and Hushamok.
As I sat down to write today’s blog about dangerous baby bouncers I realized that I spend a lot of time talking in these blogs and on the internet about myself, but probably most of you reading this have no idea who the I behind Hushamok actually is.
If I was meeting you at before school drop off I would introduce myself as Julie, the mom of that six year old boy over there about to fall out of that tree. If we met at a business meeting I would be Julie, owner of Hushamok, an independent eco-friendly baby furniture company. If we met at a party I would be Julie, the wife of Mark and then I would have to excuse myself and leave because seriously? Since when do I have time to go to parties?
It is not often I will meet someone and be just Julie. I am always, mother, wife or full-time worker. I used to be just Julie, years ago. But if I met Julie, the girl who studied Natural Resources, who followed around the Grateful Dead as a teenager and spent hours in cafes drinking coffee after coffee while reading Camus, I wouldn't recognize her.
Sometimes I miss being just Julie. Being a working mother is stressful, hard and there is never enough time for everyone. Someone always misses out. I don’t resent my children or my husband or my company for the fact that it always me that misses out. I don’t have time for parties or to read a book, even to breathe most of the time.
It’s easy to get caught up in the stress of every day life, with balancing the different parts of your life, and sometimes it’s just too much. Some nights, after a day of meetings I want to go hide in the bathroom and not come out until every one is asleep. I just have to remind myself that one day, there won’t be anyone to hide from in the bathroom and that scares me more than all the lego tantrums in the world combined. Because right now I still have two little boys who look at me like I hung the moon, one of whom indignantly told a woman who suggested he looked like his father yesterday, “No. I’m a mommy’s boy not a daddy’s boy!”
Nice to meet you, I’m Julie, mother of Lucas, Leo and Hushamok.
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