I Know That I Know Nothing
Last year I participated in Princess Lasertron‘s Radvent series of writing prompts for the month of December. I really enjoyed it but was waffling on whether to do it again this year because I have SO much on my plate. Last year I had one kid, a kid who NAPPED in the afternoons, imagine that! This year I have two, and more E Custom Cards orders than ever (which is GREAT by the way). But still, I love blogging and Radvent is fun. So I decided to just keep it simple and post SOMETHING for Radvent each day, even if it’s short. I will try.
The first prompt is Knowing. Megan asked in this post, what do you know for sure?
One thing I know for sure is that I don’t know much.
I knew a lot about parenting before I had kids, but now I don’t seem to know anything. For some people, having a child seems to galvanize their sense of conviction about EVERYTHING parenting-related, but not for me. It’s true that I probably sometimes swing too far in the opposite direction and could stand to be a little firmer in my decisions.
But the upside of insecurity is humility. For the most part, I have a live and let live attitude toward all the big momtroversies. The latest one, this year, appears to be the Elf on the Shelf. This is either the latest way to adorably show off your amazing ability to craft in the face of toddler poop (or something? I’m pretty tired right now), or it’s the scourge du jour that is overcommercializing Christmas and ruining it for EVERYONE. I’m telling you. People are more fired up about this than about whether or not baby formula is rat poison in a can. (For the record, we started Elfing this year IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL GET OVER IT.)
There was a time when I would probably take a side and argue for breastfeeding, not circumcising, co-sleeping, cloth diapering, what have you. Now, I genuinely do not care what you choose about any of these things. I know I am “supposed to.” In some cases there is an objective truth that one of them is somewhat better than the other choice (breastfeeding, okay I said it). But the fact of the matter is, we middle class mommy bloggers, all of our kids are basically going to be fine, or if they’re not it won’t be because of any of these things we are standing on soapboxes about when they’re babies. Our kids have stable homes, ample nutrition, caring parents, a million toys, preschools. They’re fine.
So maybe I know nothing, or close to nothing, but I’ll probably manage to raise my boys to be reasonably good people who pee in the potty and eat with silverware and perhaps they’ll just smoke cigarettes when they finally give up their pacifier and finger sucking, respectively (I KID OF COURSE). This is no such thing as perfect parenting. That is one thing I know for sure.