I am. A Mama bear. I admit to it. Some people may think I'm "crazy mom," but you know what? I don't care. I absolutely LOVE my kids and would do anything to protect them. I am a jealous mom too! And do you know what? I don't care either! I am their mom. No one else. I will always be THEIR MOM.
Where is this coming from? UGH. What a day... It has actually been building from a few weeks or few incidences or comments which have built up and built up, where I have finally had to speak up. I didn't want to seem "crazy" or like a "mama bear" or "jealous." But you know what? I am. I can admit it. It IS who I am.
I hired a house keeper/mothers helper, "A," a couple months ago. We definitely need help to care for this much larger house. From the beginning, since I gave birth to my boys, I have NEVER wanted help with my babies. However, if I am caring for my twins, I DO need help with laundry and cleaning. Maybe someone to make a bottle every once in a while or to watch them if I need to run an errand or go to the gym... WHICH I ONLY DO WHILE THEY ARE NAPPING! I like to be the one to put them down and be the one who they see when they wake up. I do understand that sometimes that doesn't happen and they will wake up before I get home. That's fine.
What has been bothering me...
1) When A, says, "how are MY babies doing?"
2) When A, suggests I make food a different way than what I am doing for my boys.
3) When A, says to Rocco, "A makes the BEST bottle EVER!" I overheard this one when I was upstairs changing Maximus's diaper. I then told Maximus, "No, Mommy makes the best bottle ever!"
4) When A tries to step in and take one of my babies to change their diaper.
5) When Asteps in at any time I do not ask for help. UGH!
There are more, but this has been the past week. Now, don't get me wrong, she is an amazing house keeper.
So, I had to get it off my chest. I know she felt bad and I am sure meant no harm, but I cannot help how I feel.
Being a mother is MY job. Being a helper is HER job. It has been a slow process and she has slowly been trying to mother MY boys. There is only room for ONE mother in this house. That is ME.
Boundaries were crossed. I did set this expectation in the beginning. I feel bad that she is hurt, but I do not feel bad for being a Mama Bear.
P.S. C and I had a fabulous Anniversary! Thank you for all the wishes! We stayed at the Ritz in Laguna and it was perfect!