When my mom raised me, she was a tough but very loving parent. That’s all I knew and I admired and loved her for it. That’s what I wanted to be as a mom and I feel that I am that way now
Then I got into the world of blogging and my head swirled at all of these ways of parenting.
To be honest, it made me feel like a giant fucking loser that I wasn’t “the right” kind of mom. Whatever that is.
I let my daughter watch television during the day.
I sometimes bribe her with chocolate so I can take a shower.
Half the time when I read her a bedtime story, I’ll pass a few pages because I’m so freaking tired. She hasn’t caught on… yet.
I told myself I would never let her eat at McDonald’s and recently, her favorite meal is Chicken McNuggets. I cringe but since she eats very little, it makes me very happy to see her actually eat something.
I try my best to teach her manners, respect others, and be polite.
I don’t always succeed.
Sometimes we look though my US Weekly together and occasionally I’ll tell her mommy needs to watch one of her shows. Last week it was The Rachel Zoe Project. A girl needs to learn about fashion.
I don’t *always* love being around her every second of the day. By 3 pm (sometimes it can be 10 am), I usually start twitching because I need a little time to myself.
I drop f-bombs more often than I’d like to admit when I’m driving and she’s in the car. Example: “What’s the deal asshole? This isn’t a fucking parade!!”
And I’m totally fine by my happy medium parenting, the faults I have with my parenting, and all of the trials and errors. I don’t strive to be a perfect mom because it doesn’t exist.
I know I’m doing something right because I have a very bright and loving child. I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.