When the term Xennial — a word that describes the micro-generation born between 1977 and 1983 — came on the scene, it didn't take long before it was applied to mothers. We've been discussing millennial mom characteristics for so long, it makes sense that there would be conversations around Oregon Trail parents, like myself. There's plenty that's accurate (from our distrust of institutions to our nostalgia for simpler times), but there are actually quite a few things people get wrong about Xennial moms.
I've always felt disingenuous describing myself as a millennial mom. (I know I'm a fraud in my "my mom game is strong" shirt.) My kid doesn't have a tablet, her name doesn't end in -yden, and I think Frozen is overrated. Just kidding. Not about the Disney, but I do know that those stereotypes about millennial moms are just as unfair as the ones about my generation. Do I walk a line between cynicism and optimism? Between my analog and digital experience? Between helicopter and free range parenting? Sure. Being firmly ensconced in the middle is certainly a characteristic of my generation that informs how I raise my children. But I don't appreciate the assumption that I need help navigating Class Dojo or a lecture about the benefits of eating organic.
"The Lucky Ones" are a distinct cohort, but for every nugget of truth about us as moms, there's a misconception, including the following: