The internet is chock-full of parenting advice, maternal coping mechanisms, balms for the soul, guilt assuagers, rest for the weary, and pick-me-ups for the gloomy.
It is an overwhelming place for this mom who doesn’t put that much thought into her daily routine of rearing her children.
No Cost English Lesson: We rear children and raise cattle. It’s not how we usually speak, but it’s a rule. Every time I break it, I feel guilty.
Does that sound terrible?
Should I be heaping guilt upon my head like I heap ice-cream into bowls?
Am I bad mom who lacks all the ninja, good-feeling parenting skills that other mothers have?
Someone recently asked me to share more about how FringeMan and I parent our children.
To tell you the truth, I feel terribly under-qualified to talk about this.
Lean in a little, because I’m going to whisper this.
I don’t put a whole lot of thought into how I parent.
I know. Shake your heads and wag your tongues. It’s tragic in this day and age, isn’t it?
I should be more enlightened.
I should stress out more about the details, be more in-tuned with how I’m shaping a young mind.
I know. I KNOW!
I read articles about it all the time.
It’s just that we apparently take a no fuss approach to parenting.
I never, ever would have thought that, because we’ve got rules; I mean, every house has rules, but I didn’t post them anywhere in twenty-four colors. So, sometimes I forget some of the rules. My kids do too.
They never remember to brush their teeth.
It’s the first thing I start saying when I walk downstairs in the morning. I continue this chant through my first and second cups of decaf coffee.
Sidenote: I think I only drink coffee for the flavored creamers.
They leave dirty socks on the living room floor all the time.
All. The. Time.
It drives me crazy.
Sometimes I go on a tirade about socks. I get all wild banshee and everyone runs to put their socks in the hamper. The next day, the socks are on the floor.
That’s life in my house. We all kind of roll with it.
I don’t write an ode to my rule-breaking, bad breath children. I don’t mourn the fact that I yelled at them to pick-up their socks. We don’t think that much in my house. We just kind of do what needs to be done, so we can get on with life.
Does that make any sense at all?
Please don’t get the wrong idea. We are actively engaged in our children’s lives.
We just don’t believe every little action or reaction requires soul searching, prayer and fasting, and twenty-five parenting must-reads.
In the words of a now famous Youtube video star, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
So in this series, I will attempt to explain life in our house, more specifically how we parent.
I am certain you’ll love me one day and hate me the next.
I’ll just pretend you’re my kids.
In this series, I will not tell you how to parent; however, I will address a reader question and tell you how I (we, but I’m the one with all the words) parent our two children.
Should be interesting.
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