Sometimes the Internet makes me feel normal. For example, finding other moms who feel and do the same things as I feel and do. Earlier this week, on baby steps…in heels, the mommy blogger outlined the “annoying ‘mom’ things I’m guilty of“:

{1}  Referring to myself in the third person, as in: “Mommy just needs to put socks and
shoes on!” or “Mommy needs to have a cup of coffee before I can read you the Elmo
book for the 17th time!”

{2}  Narrating everything I do.  In the third person (see above).

{3}  Posting an adorable picture of the baby on Facebook and then obsessively and narcissistically checking for “likes” and comments.

{4}  Getting really indignant when store entryways are not stroller friendly.  

I’ll leave it up to you to figure out which three of the above I’m guilty of myself.

And then there was Jennifer’s guest post on Scary Mommy where she confesses to being a proud slacker mommy. Her highlighted, self-perceived inadequacies revolve around play dates, kids’ birthday parties, and not volunteering for school crap.

I have come to the realization that I am a Slacker Mom. By today’s standards, I do
less for my children than what is considered average or normal, and I am OK with
that… In fact, I might be more accurately described as old-fashioned, since my own
mother did none of these things, either, and it was all good. My general motto: Do
as little as possible and necessary to get by, and that will be just fine. Good enough
is good enough. Perfect ain’t gonna happen.

Oh thank goodness. I feel validated. I have zero interest in being what is termed a “helicopter parent.” I want to be a good parent, one who is involved with her child’s growth, development & life, but doesn’t hover. One who reads to her child nightly, but doesn’t try to have her reading by age 1. One who plays with her child after work, but then is fine taking some time for herself.

Sometimes it’s just nice to read that there are other people out there to whom I can relate.