I never claimed to be an expert in parenting because doing that would be stupid. A degree in Child Development, two kids, and a blog does not an expert make. How could I possibly presume to know what works for you and your kids when I don’t even know what works for me and mine?
When I first became a parent I searched everywhere for answers. Not to date myself or anything, but back then the internets were still sort of a new and mysterious; not a place one necessarily sought answers for dizzying personal questions. I only wish I had discovered a blog, or a mother, or anyone that would have given me permission to feel how I was feeling. I didn’t need an expert per se, just someone to tell me that the thoughts and feelings I had were normal. I needed relief from all the “should do/shouldn’t do” parenting buzz.
Did I have permission to break the “rules” of traditional parenting in favor of my sanity or my gut? I honestly didn’t know.
Since I was never actually able to find the permissions I was looking for back then, I feel the overwhelming desire to offer them. Because sometimes you just need a random online stranger to agree with you, amirite? [Continue reading...]