no.
My child is not like yours. My child does not sleep in the car. He does not like to sit quietly and play with his toys. He does not like to join us at the dinner table and finger-feed himself his finger-foods. He likes to explore. He likes to taste. He likes to run and pet the dogs and slide down the slide and feel the tree and see the birds and do yoga and stick his hand in everything and throw electronics in the toilet and pull his diaper off in public and shriek at the top of his lungs.
When he gets tired he doesn't lean against me and stare off into space. He cries and insists that we go for a walk outside.
When he's happy he doesn't grin, he grins and claps his hands and bounces up and down and squeals.
So when I say it's not comfortable for me to: ignore his naptime, meet for dinner out, go to stores far from my home, host a dinner here, etc, I'm tellin' the truth.
This isn't a rant. My friends have been fantastic, considering I have gone from being one person to being a Mama instead. I am just slowly realizing that people who don't understand my issues have kids who are just different, and their issues are different, and judging parents is never a good idea. We are all desperate to do the absolute best for our little ones, we're motivated by love, and surviving the days at all seems like an impressive feat.
That's what I'm thinkin' about tonight. After a long day of work, a long evening of play, and after leaving Keaton to play inside for two minutes while I brought groceries in from the car only to find that he had pulled off his diaper and pooped on the floor. And stepped in it. Yes. I'm beat. But alive. An impressive feat indeed.
When he gets tired he doesn't lean against me and stare off into space. He cries and insists that we go for a walk outside.
When he's happy he doesn't grin, he grins and claps his hands and bounces up and down and squeals.
So when I say it's not comfortable for me to: ignore his naptime, meet for dinner out, go to stores far from my home, host a dinner here, etc, I'm tellin' the truth.
This isn't a rant. My friends have been fantastic, considering I have gone from being one person to being a Mama instead. I am just slowly realizing that people who don't understand my issues have kids who are just different, and their issues are different, and judging parents is never a good idea. We are all desperate to do the absolute best for our little ones, we're motivated by love, and surviving the days at all seems like an impressive feat.
That's what I'm thinkin' about tonight. After a long day of work, a long evening of play, and after leaving Keaton to play inside for two minutes while I brought groceries in from the car only to find that he had pulled off his diaper and pooped on the floor. And stepped in it. Yes. I'm beat. But alive. An impressive feat indeed.