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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Sometimes the dishes can wait


Long over due post, I know.

    So i remember growing up and you could not go to sleep with a single dirty fork in the sink. Not in my mother or grandmothers house. But then growing up in Bamenda, Cameroon we had a full house of about 5 aunties, 4 uncles, 5 cousins and the list goes on. We had a full house of people so house chores went around pretty easy. Growing up in Cameroon i remember how my baby sister was passed around from hand to hand and then finally to my mother when she needed to eat. There was endless help.It was a community  effort. Now bring your self back to todays world. Today I live in Germantown, MD, with my husband and 3 children. Sometimes you get a visitor during the week and can sit down and have adult conversation (well typically for me its usually my sister in-law) and some people who have no family have adopted their neighbors who can sometimes give you that five minute break. Basically there is a little or no community involvement if you get my drift.


 I am talking to alot of mothers and the common gist is that we must learn to stop and take a breather, and yes that includes skipping a chore or two to get some well deserved rest. I used to think that i had to complete every single house chore/business meeting, and more or else i was not the ideal mother (by the way there is no such thing as the perfect mother) until i got to a point where i crashed. There is no specific schedule or task list that mothers must live by, the only requirement we have as mothers is to love our children unconditionally.

     I am able to tell every mother today that it is absolutely ok to stop when you feel like you cant continue. The dishes can wait, the laundry can wait, the ironing, folding, putting away and sorting can wait. I have crashed before and its not a feeling you want as a mother. You don't want to be told that you may not be here for your children tomorrow. Take that break and "let those dishes wait".

Pour yourself  a Glass of Wine and take a break. 

Let #nomamipikinbefleft behind.


Kisses and love.


1 comment:

  1. there is no such thing as perfect mother indeed. My experience, i have learnt it the hard way when i had to sty in hospital for 1week and leave my 2years old and 3months old baby with a friend because my husband had to be around me to help me out of bed when needed. That was the most difficult part and worst experience of my living abroad away from family. I totally get your point Eury. Thanks for this reminder xx

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