{Letters to Moms II} Mommy Wars

Dear Moms,

After writing to working mothers, I promised a letter to stay-at-home-moms. It’s a letter I never produced, but promise it wasn’t for lack of trying.

You see, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pretend to intimately know your lives because I have never fully been a SAHM. That isn’t for lack of want. After my first child was born I wanted nothing more than to stay home with him. Financially we could never afford that, so I went back to work. Then, after years of ignoring Him, God hit me over the head and told me to leave that job. That high paying job. So I did. Now I suppose I would be categorized as a work-at-home-mom. It’s a strange name. As if SAHMs don’t work. Ha! What is with all these labels? It isn’t common place for dads to have 20 different job descriptions. So why do we do it? What drives this need to separate ourselves from each other so completely?  It isn’t necessarily wrong. But it does lead me into the biggest reason why I couldn’t continue writing individual letters.

We are all moms.

Writing letters to different mommy categories is divisive. We each want to be understood individually, which was the point. That divisiveness, though, leads to Mommy Wars...

Mommy Wars: where we constantly one up, compare, judge, and swear the other side couldn't possibly understand. We collectively separate ourselves into categories and go against each other. "That side over there couldn't POSSIBLY understand and definitely doesn't have it as bad as me." 

What. In. The. Actual. Heck.

We are all moms. We all want what's best for our families and selves. Our journeys, even categorized through similarities, are individualized and different. 

So I ask, why aren't we lifting each other up and supporting each other? Why aren't we filling in the gaps where the others fall short? Because we know the struggle. We know the joy. We know we all fall short, admittedly or not. 

So let's share in the good times and the rough ones. Here? In this space? Let's laugh and cry together. In authenticity and love, we are supportive. 

Because we know.


Blessings,
Becca

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Rebecca Mogg

After almost eight years as a well-paid, white collar career woman; my family's principal breadwinner (by a long shot); two babies; postpartum depression combined with emotional abuse; a loving, supportive husband who was always working his demanding job both on site and at home; and only one real vacation (leave was hoarded for family commitments and maternity leave), I was DONE. I was tired of being told I could have it all and, in the same breath, that I could not. I was at a crossroads: continue careening down a path that would surely destroy me and even end my marriage OR make changes that gave me time freedom, work/life balance, a happier family, and a happier ME.

I chose CHANGE. I walked away from that demanding, soul crushing arena to embrace my true self and create the life of my dreams. I left so I could travel when I CHOSE to travel, not when someone demanded it. I walked away from other people dictating when I could be a mother so I could decide that for my family. I chose to be a business woman on my own terms. At the end of the day, I walked away to empower not only myself, but women everywhere.

My main business is coaching others in weight loss, healthy aging, wealth creation, and performance. This lifestyle site is my way of sharing my God-led journey in hopes of inspiring, motivating, emboldening, and empowering each of you. 

So here I am: sharing my truth and relationship with the divine through my family and everyday life. I'm here to share love. It's a bold move in an age where talking about God is almost taboo. The last thing I want to do is isolate anyone. But He has called me to this and I have learned to do as He tells me to do! Most days anyway. I am, after all, incredibly human. Ha!