Ok, so I hope I'm not actually a bad mother, but I sure don't follow all the rules that all the parenting magazines tout for "good mothering". Plus, mother's day is over, so we're past all the flowery compliments and recognition that come with that holiday. Furthermore, have you ever been subjected to someone who goes through the blow by blow of why she's a good mother? Not fun and not too interesting. Much better are the tales of bad mothering and that's why I ordered this book after seeing a review online:
I think there's plenty of benefit to be gained by sharing stories about bad mothering... First, if it's something really bone headed, it can serve as a warning to other mothers who might have done the same bone headed thing if not for having heard your story. Second, no matter how perfect we think we are, we're wrong and it's good for perspective to know that we're not alone in our flaws. Lastly, it's much funnier to read about the things we do wrong than to hear about the stuff we do right.
With that said, here are some of my confessions so far:
1. Breastfeeding. Oh yes, I fancy myself as such a good mother for still exclusively breastfeeding at 5 months (yes, Radar turns 5 months tomorrow... wowsers!)... however, it seems I have ignored some of the other literature about diet during breastfeeding. If I remember to take vitamins once a week, that's a lot. I'm up to two (sometimes three) cups of coffee a day. I love salads, but it takes much longer to make a good salad than to open and eat 5 or 6 chocolates (or 7 or 8 or 9)... so I eat much more of the latter than the former. All in all, I think it's safe to say that in recent weeks my nutritional intake has left much to be desired and Radar eats what I eat!
2. TV and the walker. In my defense, when I impulsively bought the walker, I did not know that the American Academy of Pediatrics highly discourages using them:
I can't, however, claim ignorance on studies that show that TV is bad for kids. So, with all the information I now have, how do you explain my favorite morning baby sitting routine of plopping Radar in the walker in front of the TV while I make my coffee and eat my breakfast? Bad mothering perhaps?
3. The car seat. Now here I can claim to be very strict about always making sure that Radar is strapped in before I go... except of course for the day when I went to pick my dad up at the airport with Serena (last Saturday) and Radar threw a fit when we tried to put him back in the car seat. So, for the 5 minute drive home Serena held Radar in her lap in the back seat while I told everyone that this was a one time exception and that I "never" do this! Even though Radar was exceedingly happy during the ride, let's hope I never do it again!
That's all the confession my poor soul can pour out for now. I'd love to hear some of your bad mothering, fathering, babysittying or "whatever child rearing relationship you have" confessions... anything to make me feel better! I'll take the worst three offenses and set up a new poll so that you can help me determine who the worst mother, father, aunt, uncle, etc, really is... The "worst" winner will win a book autographed by Radar (yes, he is autographing books now!)
Lots of love,
Titi and Radar