“Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80’s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life”
My three year old is currently running around the house, screaming the lyrics to “I’m Sexy and I Know It” courtsey of LMAFO. He is declaring that this is his song, while laughing over the cuteness of this little blond haired mini me, part of me worries that this would be considered a type of parenting fail.
When I had Aiden, I was set on how I would raise him. Being young and naive at the time anyone could guess what that was. Oraginc food, no formula, no TV, only family to watch him. But as he grew, the less these “ideas” were being put into practice. For one…Organic food is damn expensive and most of the time he will spit it out. He has a fascination for McDonald’s chicken nuggets and Kraft Mac and Cheese. Secondly…no formula was a pipe dream for me. One of the downfalls of being a young mother is the lack of time and resources. After he was born, I worked 2 jobs and went to school full time. Due to the stress after three months, formula was the only option. Third, no TV…seriously? What the hell was I thinking? TV is a godsend for parents who need a break from the constant questions or even just to take a shower in peace. Also Aiden learned his alphabet way more quickly by watching Super Why then the countless hours I tried to teach him. lol
Growing up, watching my parents and the parent’s of my friends, I had a pre conceived notion of how children should be raised. But if there is anything that I have learned by being a mommy these last three years is this : There is no set of rules or guidelines on raising children. By the end of the day, you do the best you can. When I tuck in my son each night, as long as he is happy, healthy and all of his appendages are accounted for, I count that in the win column.
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