Parenting blogs might be ruining my parenting experience.

I write a lot about my kids and adventures in parenting. I am not an expert. You should never take my advice or try and recreate something I did with my two disasters. I honestly think I would rate myself at the middle of an ok parenting scale – where ok is the best. In fact, I’m breastfeeding and trying to put Em to sleep with Bulls On Parade playing in the background.

I yell too much and not enough at times. I am not the most patient and it’s starting to reflect in my oldest. She told me to stop rolling MY eyes at HER. She’s 6. I probably rely too much on technology for my 5 minutes of peace and sometimes, we snack all day. I’m guilty of letting Lo taste my decaf peppermint lattes and super guilty of letting Em nibble on dark chocolate. 

Sometimes I think I suck at everything and that feeling is usually intensified after reading random mom blogs and seeing perfect family everything pictures on Instagram. Some of those moms homeschool all their kids and manage to have perfect photo-op ready lives at all times. Dinner is always some healthy, organic feast where the hashtag foodporn seems inadequate. I want to eat those pictures and wonder why I can’t seem to manage more than a load of laundry some days. 

Those parents also manage to go out and enjoy each other. It took us 2 years to go have an hour dinner together. Who knows when we’ll get to go out alone, again. They wear awesome clothes or better yet, make their own clothes while their children are content doing some awesome artistic endeavor. They’re beautiful, always either perfectly polished or just grunge enough. 

It’s tough figuring out your parenting style as it is. It’s harder yet when you have all these styles to compare yourself too. All those stories you hear or read. All those suggestions and long term effects to consider. 

I’ll let you in on a secret – you’re good enough. 

You might not ever in your life achieve some of the things you see but those little humans you’re raising see you as the bees knees. Yeah, you’ll fuck it up. They’ll forgive you. You’ll move on. You’re perfect in all your parenting imperfections.

Live, love, laugh.


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