A Tiny Little Rant

I don’t really know where to start this whole thing. I’ve been having this argument in my head for weeks….I should post this. I shouldn’t post this. If I say what I’m feeling will I make someone else feel bad? What if saying this changes people’s opinions of me? What if people think I’m a bad mother?

Whatever. Let’s do this.

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I don’t believe in mom guilt anymore. I mean, I understand lots of moms feel guilty, and I obviously understand at one point I felt horribly guilty myself, but today, I don’t. I’m not sure when it happened, all I know is one day I was leaving Lucy in daycare in tears and a few years later I left Tate behind without a single negative feeling.

My children are so happy. They smile and laugh and love like no little people I’ve ever known. I know it sounds like I’m trying to justify my choice to work…I’m sure that’s what many people reading this will think. But it’s more than that. I don’t have to justify my choice to anyone, not even my kids. Millions of babies are born around the world every day. MILLIONS. So many of those millions of children don’t have a good home or a happy family or food on their dinner plates. My children do. My children want for nothing (excepting maybe that American Girl doll accessory Lu keeps whining about). My children’s lives are filled with people who love them, care for them and bring positivity to their days.

A while ago, I was told by another mother that the way I parent is cruel. I won’t get into specifics, but we obviously have an idealogical difference of “cruelty.” Megan from five years ago would’ve burst into tears. She would’ve felt insecure and guilty and sad and like a failure.

Megan from today? She told said person to shut it (politely of course, she’s not an animal). She spoke of her fabulous almost six year old daughter and how despite any decisions, good or bad, that have been made, she has turned out fantasically. She talked about her beautiful son, who loves her wholly and with no pretenses. She said, quite firmly, that no matter how you mother, if you’re doing what is right for your family, you have no reason to feel guilty.

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And I don’t.

Merry Everything!

Merry everything, from all of us over at Crazybananas! We hope your holiday is filled with fun and happiness and s’mores, like ours will surely be.

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{The Crazybananas Christmas Card, 2011}

Jingle All the Way

This post is only relevant to you if you want to watch five year olds do a hip hop dance to the “Shrek” version of Jingle Bells. Which, I’m sure, includes pretty much everyone on the planet.

Lu has performed with this same dance crew for the past three holidays. The first year she seemed terrified. Last year she wacked the girl next to her with her wand during the Sugar Plum Fairies number. As there were no injuries or tears this year, I’d say there was some massive improvement. Next year she moves up to a higher level class and that makes me want to cry. Why do children have to grow up? So unfair. Bah humbug.

The Most Christmas-y Weekend of All

This weekend we:

– Went to my company Christmas Party (which I organized and threw)
– Went to Trent’s uncle’s HUGE Christmas extravaganza (where we took a photo with a stuffed bear wearing a sombrero)
– Had final rehearsal’s for Lucy’s Dance School’s Christmas fundraiser (it’s on Thursday, HELP!)
– Addressed approximately 1 million holiday cards, by hand because I’m old school and I think it’s nicer even though my hand is now cramped and vaguely resembles a claw
– Went to the Kansas City Ballet’s performance of the Nutcracker (Lucy cried, and I cried at her crying)
– Went to the “Christmas House” (the video below explains this place better than I ever could), where Lucy, who is obessed with all things related to baby Jesus (strange considering our non-religious home and the fact that when she sees a cross she starts yelling “Mama, look, it’s the letter T!”), parked herself in front of the nativity scene and stared for 15 minutes straight

Ho, ho, ho, people!

My Girl

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Have I mentioned how strong my little girl is? Every single day, I’m more proud of her than the day before. Her love for life, her enthusiastic attitude, her spunk, her ease to forgive, her huge heart…she is an extraordinary little person. I’m lucky to get to be a part of her amazing life.

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