Every time I go to my children's school to pick them up or drop them off I compare myself to the other moms there. They all look so mature, professional, so... grown up. I wonder how I appear to them. I have the notion that I appear the opposite. Immature, irresponsible, unprofessional. Things I attribute to being whimsical, playful and creative are the same things I tend to shove into my Jungian shadow when I feel the pressure to conform. As a mother and an artist, most of the time, I don't let this pressure bother me. But when it comes to a question of whether I am a good mom or not, I tend to freak out. I suppose this is probably the case for a lot of mothers. I can't think of anything more offensive to me than for someone to question my capabilities to love and nurture my children properly.
This being said, nobody has ever said anything in the way of me not being a good mom. It's just that being a good mom places so much pressure on my mind sometimes that I can't properly function.
I hope this blog acts as a release valve for that pressure.
I want this blog to help me consciously raise my kids artfully.
May it be useful to others too!
