Over the last few years, I’ve noted that I am an unusual specimen in the realm of modern motherhood. I so very rarely feel anything resembling “Mommy Guilt”when it comes to the quality time I spend with my kids. I know this is novel in an era where it seems that mothers are so often derided for focusing attention on anything other than their children but I just can’t bring myself to join them. I don’t even mean that I am running around getting weekly manicures and taking girl’s weekends in Vegas. I simply don’t place most of my focus and free time on my kids and it would seem I am in the minority.
I have come to realize over my nearly seven years as a parent that at heart, I am a mom of another generation. I feel a lot like my own mother- a parent of the 80’s and 90’s. I like time to myself and I highly prize my kid’s ability to play independently and solve their own quarrels. A helicopter mom I am not. To that end, I rarely sit on the floor and play with them anymore. It has been that way since they were young toddlers and able to amuse themselves- they have each other and I’m pretty sure they are a lot more fun to be around than I am and how else will the laundry and dishes get done?