Mom The Builder
I’d like to preface this whole thing by asking …
“Both men and women should feel free to be sensitive. Both men and women should feel free to be strong.”
WHO CREATES THESE LITTLE KID TOYS?!?!!
More importantly, WHY?! Truly, I’m sure the answer to my questions are simpler than I’m making them out to be right now, but really I don’t understand why every other contraption requires either assembly, batteries or better… BOTH. Not sure whether or not you can tell how much I love that for me but … just take a moment. Infer.
Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’d like to continue this post on a high note. I’m really proud of me. Most of the toys that end up on my doorstep by way of Amazon or plant themselves on my living room floor by way of a loving family or framily member have required me to tap into the other side of me; the me that I never cared to tap into. I call her “Mom the Builder.” Within the 1,017 days that I’ve been Elliott’s mom, I have assembled countless contraptions around our home. I never knew I had the patience or will to do as much as I have done. This work has prompted me to try and fix little things around the house like loose door knobs, unleveled cabinet shelves and anything else that makes me feel like a macho mom. I’m really erring on the side of “anything is possible” these days and I’m having a good time. My baby will grow to know me as the mom who does it all: cooks; cleans; builds cars; you know? Just about anything. Gender roles shattered! 💥
