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Monday, October 29, 2007

Slacker Mom's R' Us.

Did you know that I never owned one of those cart thingamajigees that keeps babies safe from germs at the store?
Or that sometimes at night when one of the kids wakes up, I pretend I am sound asleep so that J has to get up? (I know that's just cruel.)

How about the fact that at one time, I had in my possesion six different strollers? I've since cut down and currently only own four. In case you're wondering, we only have one child who's even stroller riding size.

Did you know that in the summer and on the weekends I won't let T or M get up until 8am? I figure they need the sleep and besides the first few days of break they rarely even wake before that anyway. But if they do, they know that they need to either read or play quietly in their bedrooms until 8am. Even though H usually is up by 6:30, it gives me a little quiet time before the bustle of the day begins.

What do you think about character shoes? Me, I can't stand them. I have never bought any and have no plans too. There will be no Sponge Bob, Elmo or Dora character light up shoes.

I take my kids to the children's museum. I sometimes buy them a treat, just because. And sometimes we go to Target, just to go somewhere, walk around and enjoy a cookie and a coffee. H has never seen a zoo, just the inside of Cabela's.

Did you know that we actually own a Baby Einstein DVD? And I actually let H watch it? He could have cared less.

How about last Christmas, when M got a Bratz doll from a relative and instantly looked over at me and said, in front of everyone, "Please don't throw my doll away." ? (Before you start thinking I'm just plain heartless, I'm not that cruel, I just don't like street corner dolls.)
Do any of those things make me a bad mom or even a slacker mom?

My thoughts, probably not. They are just some of the things other parents think are less than perfect. Other parents don't approve of or think are bad, silly or just plain wrong.

I'm tired. Tired of hearing about the right way, the wrong way, the organic way, the all natural way.

I'm tired of hearing about the supposed perfect children that are growing up somewhere in this blessed country of ours.

I'm tired of the judgements, criticisms and issues that go along side with all of that.

I'm tired of opening up magazines or books or watching the news and hearing about what's now changed, what they formerly thought was ok and now is not ok.

I mean seriously, is there a reason we have to judge, critique, instill fear in our peers? The other people doing the best at their job of parenting as well?

So, in all seriousness, I don't consider myself a slacker mom. I've talked about this before and I know I'm far from perfect but I think the things I'm slacking on really aren't all that worrisome. I think we spend far too much time judging, comparing, trying to keep up with the Joneses than we need to.

That is why I was thrilled when Celia Rivenbark sent me a copy (*free*) of her new book "Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank."

I laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more.

Her book is great. Her sense of humor and writing style cracked me up.

From jokes about her trip to Disney, trying to do it all right for her little girl to the birthday party scenes. She makes being a slacker mom sound cool!

I especially loved that the book was broken into mini-chapters. It was like reading someone's blog. Seriously. Each mini-chapter was like a blog post. I could read one while waiting for an appointment. Read one before bed. I love to read but sometimes it's hard to find a big chunk of time to read a book and then I have to backtrack or remind myself what was happening where I left off, this book had none of that. It was great.
The book isn't all humor on parenting. She has a section on celebrities; 'Don't hate them cause they're beautiful when there are so many other reasons.' She has a section on husbands and of course has lots of humor on being a "Southern Belle."

It was a great read and I'd definitely recommend it to anyone who reads and laughs on the go.

And the title, I couldn't agree with it more. I see more six year olds dressed like they are seventeen all the time.

Celia's book once again gave me insight and perspective on the whole war to be a perfect parent. I'm out.

So slacker or not, the good news for us is that despite the things we may not be doing the absolute "perfect" way, our kids are turning out just fine.
All pictures are from Summer 2007.

6 Comments:

Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Slack, slack, slack away! It's so refreshingly wonderful to hear someone with a sense of logic and reason these days!

(And, please don't ever remove that last post with H dancing...I am rewatching it every morning as part of my daily routine!!)

October 29, 2007 at 2:30 PM  
Blogger Jed and Anne said...

Amen, Sister!

October 29, 2007 at 8:35 PM  
Anonymous linda said...

It feels so good to hear you say that! I spend so much time trying to be perfect! Nursing, sleeping, working-out, making dinner, etc., and I can never seem to do enough! And my daughter is only 5 months! And I totally agree about the bratz dolls! How do you keep your kids from liking the things that are so wrong? Also, love the honesty. I like to know that there are more people in the world that struggle like me!

October 29, 2007 at 10:32 PM  
Blogger melissa said...

have i already recommended that you read "confessions of a slacker mom" by muffy mead-ferro? if i haven't...READ IT! esther was kind enough to give me a copy even though i'm not even close to being a mom, because she had the foresight to recommend it as a great book for ALL readers. i read it. i laughed. i "hhmmmmmm-ed". i amened. it was better than some sermons i've heard. an amazing, quick, witty, full-of-wisdom read. run out and buy it NOW. it reminds me of your post. and i am with you 10000000% on the bratz dolls. sorry, m., but these crazy pieces of plastic teach young'uns that they need only dress skankily and wear pounds of makeup to be popular. i feel like i should write a similar post...for single twentysomethings who aren't perfectly coiffed at all times, don't have thirteen bars in mind as recommendation when friends want to go 'somewhere fun', and go to bed at a decent hour because they. are. TIRED! thanks, as always, for your honesty. lumi.

October 29, 2007 at 11:00 PM  
Blogger charish said...

Hey, When Michael comes in the room in the middle of the night I hear him I just pretent I do not so Im will seal with it. I think you are a great mom.
Sarah

October 30, 2007 at 7:52 PM  
Anonymous dihann said...

I have not and will never buy character shoes either or ones that light up! I also won't pay $30 for a pair of Stride Rites. Aren't I terrible? Thanks for the reminder that God made us moms to love and take care of our children. Isn't that really all that matters anyway?

November 2, 2007 at 7:25 AM  

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