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Why I am a crappy mom…..and totally ok with it.
Recently GranolaLiving.com posted a awesome picture on their FaceBook Page representing how all mom’s have their own path.
All in all a pretty good message right? Some didn’t think so. The one thing about the internet that really puts me off is the way people use it to hide behind their keyboards. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of people tell me their version of the truth to my face, but the internet gives people a false sense of security and in their eyes, gives them a no holds barred platform to spew all of their venom ideas to any one that would read what they have to say. Maybe it’s because I have always been a live and let live kinda person. I am very open-minded. I am always the first to listen, absorb and take away from other people’s ideals and life. I would make a horrible politician. I can always see the side of both parties. So in solidarity to the message Granola Babies is trying to get across my fellow bloggers and I decide to write out own version of the truths that our families live. These gals are all people I interact with on a daily basis and have known for quite awhile. I love how different we all are and I feel honored to know them. This is a huge positive perk of the internet….I would never have met them in normal everyday life….
Heather- Full Price? Never! I’m A Crappy Mom-Are You Too?
Amber- Thrifty Ninja Here’s Why I Suck As A Mom
Michele- Mommy Coupon Swappers Why I Am A Crappy Mom
Dawn – Cheap Is The New Classy Yep I Am A Crappy Mom Too
So here’s why I am a crappy mom:
- I had my first child at 20. Therefore, according to others, I MUST be a crappy mom. I have been told that it’s OK that I had kids at 20, it happens. My son was not an IT, he was a sweet baby that completed my life. I am proud to be a young mom.
- I prefer to eat dinner in front of the tv. You heard me right. We have such hectic lives, that I like that little bit of peace – us sitting side by side watching a mutually liked show. I talk to my kids all the time, I don’t feel like I need a specific time to bond with them.
- I have used a harness with all three of my kids…..and they liked it. It made all of us feel safe, they didn’t feel like dogs (I’ve asked) and they liked the independence of not having to hold my hand. Don’t judge unless you have traveled by yourself with two kids under the age of three in an airport. If you have and made it…more power to ya. You’re not a crappy mom like me.
- I let me kids eat fast food on nights I don’t like to cook, which is a lot. Work, Kids, Homework, Paperwork, Websites, Fibromyalgia- they catch up to you. I let them eat…Taco Bell! **gasp** Yup.
- My son was not allowed to have Call of Duty until he was 14. I feel like the kids need to actually know that violence is wrong and that people don’t really get up after they’re shot before they play a war simulation game.
- My kids have to wait until they’re 11 to see R rated movies and that’s only after I have previewed them.
- My older kids favorite show when they were little was Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
- None of my kids are baptized and do not attend church but we are a highly spiritual family.
- None of my kids were breastfed but both of the girls due to health concerns had pumped breast milk. My son the formula fed baby that wanted nothing to do with what my body had to offer…honors student.
- I have purple hair and by my 36 birthday I will have my nose pierced. If my 12 year old daughter came to me and asked to do the same, I would let her. It’s not permanent. If it helps her figure out who she is and what her style is…so be it.
- My husband cooks, I bake. When he gets home really late #4 usually happens.
- My house (when I have one) is always cluttered in an organized chaos kind of way.
- Our beds are never made.
- I yell when I am mad. I don’t always apologize for it.
- I expect my kids to be responsible for themselves, I don’t coddle them. They make their own lunches, get themselves up and pick out their own clothes.
I could go on and on. At the end of the day my kids know I would die for them, that they are my reason for living and that they will always be able to talk to me no matter what it is or what choice they have made. Always. There is not one choice I have made as a mom that I feel guilty for or regret. It’s what works for my family, maybe not for yours, but that’s ok. I am imperfect and my kids love me because of it, not despite of it. It’s what I love about this planet of ours, not one of us is the same. All unique and different. How boring would we be if we were all Stepford Wives. Yuck.
I really want to read more “crappy moms” stories so please add yours to my linky….
