Do I raise my kid on trial and error? Absolutely.
Do I wake up some mornings and just stay in bed for a couple more minutes, as my kid screams right into the monitor for my attention? You bet.
Are there moments where I really don’t like my kid? Oh yes.
There are probably a million and one ways that I am doing this parenting thing completely wrong, but you know what?
I don’t care.
In fact, when I sit down and think about it, there are so many aspects of parenthood that I don’t care about.
I don’t care about perfection.
I don’t care about a sparkling, tidy home.
I don’t care about the opinions of others.
I don’t care about my fridge not containing all organic foods.
I don’t care about too much screen time.
I don’t care about a regimented sleep schedule.
I don’t care about milestones being met by a certain time.
I don’t care about calling the pediatrician too often.
I don’t care about expensive toys.
I don’t care about what your kid is doing, that my kid may not be doing.
Sure, it may seem like an awful lot that I don’t care about, and maybe you’re sitting there thinking that it makes me a horrendous person for not caring, but truthfully, not caring about those things has given me more time to appreciate and recognize the things I SHOULD be caring about.
I care about being present and creating memories.
I care about molding my kid into a decent human being.
I care about belly laughs.
I care about remembering to laugh at myself.
I care about always being a safe space.
I care about the little moments.
I care about falling madly in love with my husband over and over again, just watching him be a father.
I care about the kisses.
So when I look back on being a mother, I can laugh at how completely and utterly imperfect things were, but that’s perfect to me.
And that’s something I’ll always care about.
Do I raise my kid on trial and error? Absolutely. Do I wake up some mornings and just stay in bed for a couple more…
Posted by Millennial Mom Confessions on Tuesday, February 11, 2020