Or maybe an old journey is continuing.
I am happy to announce the launch of a new project:
A Mile in Her shoes
An opportunity to get real and get over the myths we believe about each other and ourselves.
Have you ever felt there was an invisible wall between you and another mom? Especially a mom who is different than you? I have. I think those walls are built of myth. Myths we believe about the mom who is different from us, and myths we think they believe about me.
Walls serve 2 purposes. 1) To keep something IN. 2) To keep others OUT.
What are we trying to keep IN? What are we trying to keep OUT?
I keep wondering what would be different if the walls came down. Maybe war would break out. (oh wait, we already have the mommy wars..too late.) Maybe the mommy wars would END? Maybe we would unleash a common-unity that would be a force for change? Maybe we would be changed.
What if that is all that’s standing in the way of becoming a serious force for change in this world? Walls built of myth.
If that’s it- then I hear a call: “Ms Mommy-Chev (with a nod to Ronald Reagan that blows the myth of my being young:P) Tear down that wall!”
I’ve had some of my Mommy-Myths busted. They have been busted by building bridges of authenticity and risk, instead of walls. They have been busted by being honest about what I’ve assumed (not fun) and taking time to get to know the truth about a mom who is different from me, and letting her get to know the truth about me.
This project is also about learning to embrace and love our differences. Some of the things we believe about each other are TRUE and HILARIOUS. I look forward to confirming and affirming those truths and laughing at myself as I do.
This project is about having the rest of my Mommy Myths Busted, and in sharing those experiences, helping you bust your myths too. I want to create a space for conversation. I want to hear and understand the myths YOU believe, and how you’ve had them busted.
I want to spend time walking in the shoes of other moms and listening to other moms. Moms who are different form me. I want to learn the truth about things I’ve assumed.
Some of this will be accomplished through listening.
1) I’ve be created a blog to continue this journey and conversation.
2)I’ll be posting surveys to give you opportunities to anonymously share your experiences.
3) I’ll be reading your emails and comments and incorporating them into my experience. I hope you’ll share both your Myths and the ways you’ve experienced the prejudices of others based on myths they believe about you. Send them to me! mommymythbusting (at symbol) gmail.com
4) I’ll be reaching out to get to know moms who are different than me. (it’s not hard- I’m a boring, white, suburban, middle class, stay at home mom. Hello- mommy-type, I am she.) Want to find out If I’ve really sold my soul in exchange for suburban living? Want to know if SAHM’s really eat bon bons all day and watch soaps? Want to know if I really think all goth moms drink blood? Stick around. We’re gonna get real.
Some of this will be accomplished though social experimentation.
I will be “trying on” and joining some of our most common” mommy-types.” I’ll be journaling about the experience. Both from the perspective of the “Different mom” and in learning about the micro-culture that she inhabits.
What will this look like? Maybe I’ll be goth mom for a while, or soccer mom, or glam mom or trailer park mom..I don’t know.. I’m open to whatever. (Although, My mom has already weighed in with a “NOTHING permanent” request.. bummer-I’ve been known to be a rebel. :)
YOU can help right now- I know I have an eclectic blog readership. I’d be honored if you’d take my first survey and share it with others. Do you HAVE to be a mom? Well- actually- no. Truth is many of these issues are just plain woman issues. Some know I’m a Christian and may be wondering if I’m just talking to “Christian” moms. The answer is NO. I think some of our deepest myths and highest walls are built around our spirituality. It’s time to bust those too.
Honestly- I’m scared to death. But, I’m more afraid to continue living within walls. What if all we need God has given us in each other? What if we really ARE created to be a body– each part doing its own unique job? what would happen if we DID?
I hope you’ll join me on this journey. Where ever it may lead. (I feel a little Gene Wilder in that psychedelic boat scene that gave me nightmares in Willie Wonka and the chocolate factory…I dont know where were going…”