Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts

Friday, September 3, 2010

It's Parenting, Not Politics

When I found out I was pregnant with my 1st child, I immediately started thinking about parenting. What kind of parent did I want to be? What kind of parent did I not want to be? Would I let my children watch TV? Would I feed them mac n' cheese from a box? Would I immunize? Would I breastfeed? When I started considering all of my options, I considered what I thought was best for me, my husband, and our child. I wanted to breastfeed as long as I could, however long that may be. I was fairly certain I would opt out of a few immunizations based on a family history of severe allergic reactions, mostly my brother's extreme, non-verbal autism (I'm not getting into THAT discussion, not right now anyway). I didn't want my kids to watch a ton of TV but some would be OK, and that's because I don't watch a ton of TV. I'd probably make mac n' cheese. from a box. a lot. because it's damn good. I thought about the best parent I could be. Do you want to know what I never once considered? What kind of parenting would be the most controversial? What can I do that is going to make all the other mom's at the park whisper behind my back? What are the parenting hot topics that I can argue about with every parent I meet? No, I pretty much just want to be the kind of parent whose kids grow up to be healthy, upstanding citizens. I want them to be smart, funny, loving, but most importantly good-looking successful wealthy, um, good people. I don't want all gender neutral toys, all of my children will be born in a hospital with the aid of either drugs or doctor wielding a scalpel, I'm not wasting money on all organic food, I'm definitely not making my own baby food or using cloth diapers, and I'm sure as fuck not breastfeeding my kid until he can walk up to me and tell me to give him my boob. I chose not to do these things because I just don't believe in the benefits; these parenting styles just don't fit with my life. I didn't, however, decide to go in this direction because I wanted to be controversial. I'm not preaching to every mother to be that she shouldn't immunize, or that she needs to breastfeed for exactly one year; no more, no less. Those are decisions that every mother to be needs to make for herself. Ok, I guess she can discuss it with her husband too.

That all being said, I don't give a shit if you want to do any or all of those things. 1st of all, I believe every parent has the right to raise their children based on their own values and way of life (assuming it isn't harmful). I also have the right to choose my friends, so if I am uncomfortable around a mom because she is breastfeeding her 6 year-old, I have the choice to not hang out with them anymore. I absolutely cannot stand being around parents who insist on pushing their parenting philosophy down my throat. We are all just trying to do a good job. We need to support eachother, not berate eachother for insignificant differences in parenting style. A very dear friend of mine breastfed her daughter for 8 months, but it was far from easy. She nursed, then pumped, then bottle fed, then pumped again. 4,5,6 times a day. That kind of schedule is mentally and physically exhausting, but she endured for 8 whole months. When she finally made the decision to stop, she felt guilty. Why should she feel guilty? Why can't other mom's just applaud her for all of her hard work? She should be proud of herself. I'm proud of her. I can't understand why anyone would care how long she nursed for. And guess what? Her daughter is perfectly healthy so all the haters can shove it.

My point, if I haven't made it painfully clear yet, is that contreversal parenting topics are just parenting topics. People with a thirst for drama and a need for attention create the controversy. I don't like those people, and I don't have the time or patience for them. I'm not reading their blogs, I'm not humoring them. I'm ignoring them in hopes that they will get the point that I don't need them to preach to me.

Friday, October 24, 2008

If you are not married, your opinion is null and void

No, wait. Scratch that. Even if you are married your opinion is null and void. Unless you walk every day in my shoes, keep your opinions on my life to yourself. I am not a bad person. I am not doing anything wrong. I am living my life to its fullest, and when I look back on my life when I am older I will be able to say with confidence, "I enjoyed my life!".

I suppose I should have seen this coming. My bachelorette party was supposed to be my very last night out on the town with my friends; my last night to party and be young. I wish someone would have told me that every time I went out after that night everyone around me would judge me for being a bad person and a horrible wife. Shame on me for not knowing this would happen. It doesn't matter that every night I come home to my husband. It doesn't matter that every other day of the week I am a mom and a wife. It doesn't matter that I work and go to school and make dinner and scrub the toilet. No, what matters is that for 4 hours one night a week I let loose and enjoy myself. I have drinks with my friends and we dance like idiots and we talk about things other than our husbands. That is all that matters. In the grand scheme of things, the only thing that matters is that for 4 hours one night a week I get to just be Annie. Not mom or wifey dearest, just Annie. Shame on me.

I guess now that I am married I should forget everything that made me unique. My individuality is no longer important. I should spend my days making pot roasts and darning my husband’s socks. In fact, as a good wife, I should go ahead and quit my job (even though we cannot afford it) so that I can devote all hours of my day to having the perfect household. Perhaps I should also find less offensive hobbies. No more dancing with my friends; I am taking up scrapbooking. My married friends and I are starting a quilting bee, at which we will sit around and admire our wonderful husbands for everything they do to make our lives sooooo wonderful.

Yeah fucking right. I would sooner shave my head and tattoo "Fuck You" on my forehead than change everything about me that makes me different from you. I am no less of a mother because my tongue is pierced and I have tattoos. I am no less of a wife because I have enjoy time away from my husband. I am no less of a person because I am a mother and a wife. I am proud of who I am and I love the time I spend with my friends. If you have a problem with me, that is exactly what it is: YOUR problem. Not mine. God forbid I enjoy time away from my family. God forbid I go out and not spend the whole night talking about the adorable things my two-year old said. God forbid I don't fit your ideal of the perfect fucking Stepford wife. God forbid you get to the end of your life and say, "I wish I would have enjoyed my life more".

Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors. Nobody knows my struggles and my pains but me, and until you have the same exact life as me- keep your mouth shut. I don't judge you for your actions. I don't just deserve the same respect, I demand it.