Mothering In The Middle

After extensive research into comments sections and Facebook statuses, I have concluded there are only two groups of mothers. You must select one cult in its ENTIRETY. No picksy choosies.

Group 1:  Dirty hippies. They love ebf, bwing, blwing, ap, cding, erfing, sahm, hbs, mws, eos, non vax, and coconut oil. They love acronyms and hate their kids.

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Group 2:  Sheeple. They love cio, ffing, mhb, vax, ric, sposies, wms, epis, csecs, cp, mds, rx, and bottles. They love acronyms and hate their kids.

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Okay, let’s be real here. Most of us are doing the best we can with what we have. We’re a little from column A, a dash from column B, and hope we don’t get a call from Maury/Springer/Dr.Phil. Despite the vehement camps that try to separate us, most of us are mothering in the middle, and that’s a glorious place to be.

I have to admit, I was an expert on child rearing….before I had kids. I have a master’s degree in education for sobbing out loud. I consulted doctors Spock, Sears, and Freud. Hey, you gotta cover all your bases. I read every book that even had baby in the title. Rosemary’s Baby probably ended up being the most useful of the bunch as I gave birth to a possessed misery monster.

Emelyn needed me with an intensity that no one can prepare you for and taught me that while parenting may be a marathon, you sure as hell should work on your sprints too. Long days and longer nights, but I finally just focused on learning HER. With attachment parenting techniques, I could predict meltdowns and even prevent many. Through child focused methods, we worked to turn her high needs focus into an asset of boundless energy and enthusiasm.

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After floundering for a solid year, I became an expert again. …until I had Mac. I was well versed in the high needs child and now was handed this happy hands-off baby. He snoozed himself into jaundice, ignored milestones until I was looking up ECI’s phone number, and didn’t seem to need me in the way Emelyn did. Since I had spent so much time reining my daughter in, I was completely unprepared for a kid that needed dynamite under his diaper to do anything. My AP parenting methods suffocated him, and he was addicted to having a schedule. He slept better in his own room than mine and was happy just nursing for nutrition, thankyouverymuch.The pendulum had swung fully in the other direction.

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A year in and with no plans for more kids, you’d think I’d be confident donning my expert tiara. However, I have learned something in these four years of flailing and failing: no one really knows what they are doing. You become comfortable with the child you have, and then they hit a new phase that undoes it all. Teeth, hormones, and milestones cause changes in personality that leave you scrambling. Once you have a handle on one kid, the next one laughs at all your previously successful methods. I am the four year amateur and proud of it.

 

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Renae Rose

Lacking a hobby, Renae Rose has spent the last four years pregnant or nursing her daughter Emelyn and son Macallan. She is a full-time teacher at an online charter school. In her spare time, Renae enjoys laughing at her kids’ hijinks and alienating people on Facebook.

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