Depending on your place in life, the mention of the "L" word will conjure up many different meanings. If you're a commitment-phobe in your twenties, you might have thought I was eluding to an "L" word that shakes you to your core-
love. As in, "I
love you." (Eeeek! Terrifying, I know.) If you're a proponent, or an opponent, of the popular Showtime series, maybe your first thought was
lesbian. No. I am referring to a word far more taboo than either-
lonely.
As a stay-at-home-mom, I am profoundly aware of all the expectations synonymous with that role: perfect hair, perfect make-up, trendy clothes, a new car that sparkles, children that always sparkle and smile, a home that sparkles (after all, you're home
all day so what else would you be doing but tidying up?) so brightly and consistently it could be photographed for any realtor's listing or home decorating magazine in a moment's notice, and to be fulfilled in the quest and maintenance of above achievements and many, many more. Becoming a better mother, wife, housekeeper, cook, etc. is always open for discussion. "You should try this...," or, "Have you thought of this?" and especially, "Oh, you just need to...!" What I have yet to hear is, "Do you feel lonely, too?"