I am a straight, white, cis woman married to a straight, white cis man. We are raising to little boys in a world where gender and sex aren't the same things, women marry women, men marry men, and then they go out and adopt babies and kids. I think that is absolutely beautiful. My sister recently bought a shirt for me that says "always love all ways." I couldn't love that shirt anymore.
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.
I'm starting to believe that the early years of parenting are akin to a black hole for your personal free time. That time from the birth of your first child until the the first day of school for your last child. I don't mean that negatively, mostly, but it is a temporary death for your personal free time.
It seems to me that moms are held to an impossible standard these days. Maybe they were before and it just wasn't as obvious as it is now thanks to social media, but it seems like moms are expected to be everything to everyone, be on top of it all, never fail, always look amazing, and never lose their shit.
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?
Ever since Connor fell and nearly bit through his lower lip, I always just assumed I'd be pretty cool in a crisis, since I handled that one pretty smoothly. I felt confident in my ability to take care of what needed doing, keeping everyone else calm and stable, and getting everything done quickly and safely. Turns out, I was *mostly* right.
I was recently criticized for having a sign in my house with "adult language" out where my kids, and anyone else's could see it and read it. I was told I needed to take it down, if for no other reason than to censor it for someone else's kids, since I clearly don't have the decency to censor it for my own kids. I'm paraphrasing, so you'll have to humor me. That was the gist of the conversation.
As moms, we always think we have to be all things for everyone all the time. That's absolutely crazy. No one can be everything for everyone 24/7. It's insane to try and it will almost certainly make you lose your shit.
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