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 resemblingÂ â€śMommy Guiltâ€ťwhen 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 canâ€™t bring myself to join them. I donâ€™t even mean that I am running around getting weekly manicures and taking girlâ€™s weekends in Vegas. I simply donâ€™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 80â€™s and 90â€™s. I like time to myself and I highly prize my kidâ€™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 Iâ€™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?