Not that I am lacking in stylish parenting, I simply have no set parenting style, therefore my children will grow up to be lazy and stupid.
This is how I feel sometimes when I read through the whole internet, with all parents seemingly in one camp or another. And so many of them wear it loud and proud. I have my own set ideas of how I am raising my kids, which usually has nothing to do with anything creepy or illegal, yet sometimes I am (or was) reticent to admit to my choices for my kids. I don’t want to be yelled at for making the wrong choice.
Actually now, for the most part, I don’t give a troll’s nut about what people think. When I was a new mom, though, I was looking all over the place for answers and ideas and kindred spirits. It’s hard to find kindred spirits when you’re not really sure who you want to kindre with, and all of your friends are gay or don’t have kids yet. And your mom’s dead, and you just cherry pick things you find interesting that you’ve read/heard about that sort of fit in to your lifestyle.
I’ve never been one to put bumper stickers on my cars or wear clothes with logos or slogans, and I have to say, I’m a little weirded out by people who align themselves SO FULLY with one way of thinking, and define themselves by those terms.
I wore my kids in slings and carriers and loved it. I breastfed, co-slept, focus on learning through play, and so on. But I don’t understand making that what my social media descriptions are all about. I would feel as if I were walking down the street screaming to people that I was pro-choice, or as I shook someone’s hand for the first time I simultaneously told them all about how I firmly believe school lunches are helping to perpetuate terrible eating habits in our country.
Although both of those things are my beliefs, I feel the need to keep them to myself until they come up in conversation. I’d rather connect with people who are smart and funny and thoughtful, instead of connecting because they also stick their breasts in their children’s mouths.
And honestly, I’m really not trying to put down people who are uber-passionate about their parenting style, I really just don’t understand it. Which makes me think about when sometimes people can’t understand my sarcasm. Which makes me blink really slowly.
Parenting brings out the vocally opinionated in some people, it seems. And it also seems that once a few people start to brand themselves as certain types of parents, others can’t wait to jump in and unite or attack.
This used to make me very nervous, but then I learned to shut my laptop and go make a pillow fort and break out a snack. With or without kids.