Secrets and Truths

IMG_2645

Shortly after this picture was taken, I imposed a “bottoms must be worn at all times” rule in our house. (Because really, you never know when the Queen might drop by).

When I feel guilty as a mother, it usually stems from the vast distance between the parent I thought I’d be, the parent I’d LIKE to be, the parent I present myself as in public and on Facebook — and the reality. I know I’m not alone here, but because I try to keep certain parts of my parenting under wraps, it sometimes feels like I’m alone. In an effort to correct this, here are some of my guilty parenting secrets:

-We have a drawer full of Barbies in our living room. We also have Barbie books, and the girls check out Barbie movies from the library on a weekly basis. I don’t love this, but I’ve allowed it.

-Speaking of the library: I live in fear that someday our local library will be able to trace all of the books that are repaired with packing tape back to our family, and we’ll have our library cards revoked for life.

-While I make feeble attempts to provide a variety of healthy food options, my daughters essentially live on a diet of Cheez-Its and what I optimistically refer to as “fruit chews.” Every non-Gong child I know calls “fruit chews” “gummies,” which is a more accurate term, since these processed snacks contain absolutely no natural fruit products.

-My daughters drink a lot of water, and each one has a personal water bottle — a stainless steel bottle with a plastic flip-top and rubber straw. I tote these bottles around in our diaper bag, and if you were to take one apart you would probably be appalled at the musty odor and visible mold on the rubber straw. I blame Thermos for creating a water bottle that’s a pain in the neck to clean, but I also credit Thermos with my daughters’ hardy immune systems.

-I have an iPod, but it’s no longer really mine; it now contains more Tinkerbell, Sesame Street, and My Little Pony games than my own apps. That’s because the only way I’ve been able to get my oldest daughter to stay out of my hair while her younger sisters nap is to hand her the iPod. She probably spends way too much time on it, and I’ve had to limit her to downloading one new game per week. But without that iPod, this blog wouldn’t exist.

-We don’t own a T.V., but the portable DVD player we received last Christmas has saved my sanity many times — and not just during long road trips. In an attempt to be a good mother, I limit the girls to 30 minutes of daily “screen time,” watching DVDs they choose at the library. This means that, especially during the summer months, they almost always watch 30 minutes of videos per day. How did anyone cook dinner before videos existed?

-I usually forget to give Abigail her daily vitamin D drops. She rarely gets daily “tummy time.” Abigail spends most of her time in her carseat or in the Moby wrap.

-On the first day of school, when every other parent is putting up Facebook posts about how they cried while dropping off their kids, I am gripped by the fear that I don’t love my kids enough. I have never once, not EVER, even become mildly choked up when dropping my kids off on the first day of school. Instead, I fly out the door with arms spread wide yelling, “FREEEEDOM!!!!” (Then I buckle the remaining 2 kids into their carseats and go grocery shopping).

-While we’re on the subject of school attendance: On those rare days (thank you, Thermos!) when a daughter is sick and can’t attend school, I don’t feel sympathy so much as I feel wrathful and vengeance-seeking.

Well, it felt good to get THAT off my chest. Who’s with me?

7 responses »

  1. No blog without the IPOD? Then I’m very grateful for it!

    Also, I’m with you on so many of these. (Well, I don’t have a Barbie drawer. But I do have an entire bin of light sabers.)

  2. Faith, you are sooo not alone in all that. An acquaintance recently suggested that I must miss my kids while they are at school, and my first thought was that she must be on drugs. We all have our secrets and truths!

  3. Faith, I have to tell you that I really didn’t want to like your blog cause a) you’re a flatlander (no offense, I was born in Middlebury and grew up in Cornwall-it’s just the way we are, I’m sure you understand, having been here for 3 years now) and b) with 2 kids, 2 jobs, a husband and pets, I really don’t have time for ANOTHER computer-related thing I feel compelled to read. But you just crack me up. Thanks for keeping it up and making me feel like my life is not as crazy as I think it is cause we’re all in the same boat. You’re awesome and I look forward to the next column! 🙂

    • Wow, Heather, thank you so much! I’m honored to have you read (I totally get the time constraints, and I’ll admit that I am indeed a flatlander!). You have no idea how much nice comments like this mean to me during those times when I feel draggy and uninspired!

  4. Aww, thanks, glad to hear it! And just to make you feel better, I looked at the photo in this again and wanted to share this: my 5 year old still doesn’t believe me that he shouldn’t run around outside in his underwear. Just his underwear. And we live right in the middle of Vergennes, a block from his elementary school. They keep us on our toes, don’t they??

  5. Pingback: The War on Fruit Chews | THE PICKLE PATCH

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s