Last week I found out that I’m anemic. Not a big deal, Easy to fix. I’m actually relieved because I was beginning to worry about my sluggishness and complete disinterest in my children and their needs. There’s been a lot of “Mommy’s just resting her eyes.” Sadly, discovering the cause of my complete lack of energy does not actually give me anything more than an excuse. So, while lying on the couch watching my littlest ones destroy the house, I started thinking about how parenting 30 years ago, even with anemia, would have been better for me. So here is my list, so far, of reasons I should have been a (middle-class, urban, North American) mom 30 years ago.
1.
Snacks – Part A. Thirty years ago children didn’t have
“snacks” that were held in traps. Thirty
years ago children hardly had “snacks” at all.
Snack Traps are special
containers that have a flexible rubber lid with slits so that small children
can stick their hands in and pull out a snack without spilling the itty bitty
crap all over the stroller/car seat/ couch or whatever ridiculous place kids
insist on eating. Unfortunately the
flexible rubber lid with slits is annoying as all hell to most children so they
either shake the container like maniacs spilling the snack everywhere or they
ask you to remove the lid – usually while you are driving. (Don’t even get me started on “emergency”
requests I get from my children while I am driving and the subsequent cry fest
when I explain that I can’t actually address their request.)
3.
Car seats. Remember when kids didn’t have car
seats? I love safety. I really, really do. “Safety First!” I always say. BUT I do not like being responsible for my
children’s safety. Children don’t care
about being safe. They care about
asserting their feelings and strength – usually when you are trying to get them
into their car seats. Children who need
to be put into any kind of restraint are freakishly strong. The only way to deal with this is to be
freakishly stronger. I have wedged my
knee between my kids’ legs and used my forearm to bend them into their
seats. I am not proud of this. That’s not true. I am totally proud of this, because I win...which
brings me to my next point…
4.
Children’s Rights. I am all about the rights of the child. I really am.
I am not joking here. That
stuff’s for realz. BUT when I was a kid,
adults were adults and kids were kids.
My parents didn’t offer me choices, they gave me directions. I followed them or I didn’t follow them. If I didn’t follow them, there was hell to
pay. I knew that going in, and I
generally did what I had to do to avoid negative consequences. “Because I said so” was an acceptable reason and
when I protested a parental decision, my mother would say, “The good Lord gave
you parents for a reason! Until you can
make good decisions, I’ll make them for you!”
I have said these things to my children.
The difference is, 30 years ago, I would not have received the same
looks that I get today when people over hear me.
5.
Parenting books/blogs/websites/social
media. This topic requires an entire
post. Let’s just say that if a parent is
looking for a way to feel bad about themselves or question much of what they
are doing as parents OR if they are looking for a whole lot of other parents
who subscribe to their particular parenting approach, they just need to hop
online. I realize that I am now writing
about parenting on this blog, so I’m either contributing to the problem, or
providing validity for others by sharing my particular brand of crazy! Thirty years ago, you chatted with your
neighbours about parenting, not a whole bunch of people you’ve never laid eyes
on.
Look, I’m happy to be parenting with all
the conveniences and all the information about kiddos at my fingertips, but I’m
pretty sure that things are more complicated than they need to be. I would have totally rocked parenting 30
years ago. I just know it. No snacks, no car seats, and no on-line
parenting advice…think of all the time I’d have! Just sayin’!
XO Ajike
2 comments:
Well said. And while suffering from anemia no less! Still funny and poignant with a lack of iron!
The fact that when you are low on iron you are funny and poignant, but when I am low in iron I am a reject is a whole other discussion we must have over a glass of wine sometime.
Anyway, here's another one: go play outside. Come back at dinner time. Not a minute sooner.
Sigh. Can you imagine?
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