I've decided to start a little mini series within the blog. My "mom-fessions" will mostly be my way of venting any frustrations or pent up emotions with parenting. Today's episode is all about my baby growing up and not being a baby anymore. *insert weeping emoji*
Mother's day is coming up quick! Are you ready?! What are you getting the mom(s) in your life? Are they hard to shop for? Maybe the mom(s) in your life are more minimalist, like me, and don't want a lot of stuff around the house/car/office/wherever. If that's the case, I wanna meet her because she sounds like my kinda people.
When you're a stay-at-home parent with preschool age kiddos, you don't get a lot of breaks during the day. If that day happens to be riddled with crappy mood punks who do things to deliberately hurt and/or upset the other(s), the day gets very long very quickly. Lately, we've had more crappy days than not, so I've come up with some really quick fixes to put our day back on the right track.
In my first post, I explained what casual parenting is and I mistakenly likened it to “lazy parenting”. Over the course of the last few months, having spent more and more time around other parents and a variety of other parenting styles, I would like to take this time to retract my previous statement and clarify a few things.
I've been thinking a lot lately about who actually reads my blog. Who am I talking to when I write? Who am I hoping will read this and feel something (hopefully positive) towards my words? Who am I trying to reach?
It's hard to believe that, in 2018, women are still having to fight (some literally) to be treated as equals in so-called "developed" and "modernized" countries. Countries that claim and boast about being the best in the world, but still manage to treat half of their population as "less than" simply because we have the wrong parts. Let's get one thing straight right now: You would literally not exist if not for a woman.
Motherhood is an art form and a balancing act. You are always "on" and you never really know if you're doing it right until they're grown up and it's too late to change anything. You just dive in feet first and hope/pray for the best. Good luck and have faith, Momma!
I've been asked this a few times, especially right after we found out Kylar was a boy. People assumed that we needed a little girl. Our life seemed incomplete to outsiders because I was going to be outnumbered (more so) rather than having an equal balance.
All of my energy went into not laughing at this question and here's why.
I have always hated the phrase "boys will be boys." It's used as an excuse to justify bad behavior and/or being a jerk-face dick. I'm sorry, but since when does a penis give you a blank check to be aggressive, messy, mean or misbehave? I don't accept that.
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