I Am Mom Enough

Most of the folks reading my blog are parents, grandparents, and a few soon-to-be parents. So I think the majority of you must have heard, read, or seen the controversial new Time Magazine cover:

Now I won’t go into a thoughtful discussion of this cover like the one you’ll find over at The Mommy Psychologist, or a passionate rant about it like the one you can find at People I Want To Punch In The Throat or a zillion other blogs.

Let me just say that stuff like this is EXACTLY why I embrace my calling as the Experienced Bad Mom. No matter what I do or how well I do it, there is always some magazine, some news person, some other parent, some human being, etc. that claims I’m not doing it right or not doing it well enough.

It is impossible to be a perfect parent. So here’s to all my imperfections. They may make me a bad mom according to society’s unrealistic expectations. However, my supposed imperfections make me a real, honest-to-goodness mom who loves her kids and is trying her best. And that’s good enough for me.

Feel free to share your thoughts. Or just give yourself a double fist pump!

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Newborn Picture Perfect

I mentioned in my Pregnancy v. Parenthood post a couple weeks ago that I know a lot of expecting mothers.

One of them had a baby girl last week and she’s adorable. I know this because exactly 1 week after being born, this little baby had the sweetest newborn photos posted on Facebook. You know, the professional Anne Geddes-type portraits where the newborn fits in a hat or a stocking.

Very cute.

Random baby in a furry basket

But adorable newborn pictures just confirm I’m a bad mom.

Why? Because one week after having my first born, I did NOT get any newborn pictures taken.

One week after having my son, I’m not sure I had gotten out of my pajamas.

One week after giving birth, I was a hormonal mess who wanted to hack off my breasts and just give them to the baby. (Remember my breastfeeding disaster?)

One week after giving birth….oh, geez, I can’t remember 1 week after giving birth because I was so sleep-deprived!

I should be thankful, as a bad mom, that Facebook was not around when I had my son. And, yes, for those of you wondering, I am the *Experienced* Bad Mom for a reason! I did not rush out and get newborn pictures of my second child either.

I guess my children should consider themselves lucky that I have any pictures of them at all.

Did you get newborn pictures?

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Experienced Bad Mom Welcomes The Ultimate Blog Party 2012!

Eek! I’m late.

The Ultimate Blog Party 2012 started last Friday and here I am coming to the party on Monday.

Oh, well. It’s not like I’m claiming to be the most punctual, awesome blogger out there. In fact, my blog is a tongue-in-cheek look at all the ways I’m a bad mom. I decided to embrace my imperfections as a mom since it’s virtually impossible to be a good mom these days. Take the following bad moves into consideration:

  • I only breastfed my daughter 11 months, not 12.
  • I didn’t make my own baby food. I bought Gerber and sometimes the store brand.
  • My son thinks butts and poop are hilarious. Nice.

Not only am I a bad mom, but I’m an experienced  bad mom since I’m messing up 2 kids of different ages. My son, Will, is 8 and my daughter, Sydney, is 5. I celebrate my imperfections and share my exploits here.

Here are some of my favorite recent posts:

American Girl, The Saga

The Hawk, Baby Ducklings, and Pool of Death

The Half Way Mom

My goal? To be entertaining and REAL.

Thanks for dropping by!

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The Half Way Mom

I usually make fun of myself on this blog. I point out how inane things like my son talking about his butt, or my daughter loving the Disney princesses, reflect back on me as a bad mom. I mean, really, butt talk is NOT classy nor are the princesses the healthiest role models.

My husband says I have a complex. He’s probably right. So I’m going rogue today by talking about something that doesn’t make me feel like a bad mom. Rather, it makes me feel like the half way mom.

Let me explain.

Recently, I was driving to work listening to a local morning radio show. “Where will you be in 10 years?” asked the DJ.

“Well, that will be 2022,” thought one of the other DJs.

2022?

Holy cow, my son will be 18 and a freshman in college in 2022.

He’s 8 ½ now. In 3rd grade. He still misses most of his face when he uses a napkin. Sometimes, he still pees all over the floor. (REALLY?!) But he’s nearly half way to college, which means I’m almost half way done raising him.

(I guess there’s always a chance that he’ll live at home until he’s 35…)

Still, who he is at age 8 is worlds away from who he was as a baby, toddler, and preschooler. And my daughter just turned 5. Five! She’s going to kindergarten in the fall. I’ll be the mom of two school-age children then.

How did THAT happen?

At this momentous time in my life, half way towards raising my son before he leaves for college, I feel the need to look back on the early years from infancy to preschool.

Then…

Here are the Top 10 Things I WON’T miss about those early years:

1. Diapers

2. Ear infections

3. Temper tantrums

4. Choking hazards

5. Tinky Winky, Dipsy, La La, and Po

6. Trips to the Emergency Room for super high fevers, something called Nurse’s Elbow, and assorted Hot Wheels parts stuck up the nose

7. Having a step-stool in the bathroom so they can reach the sink. That step-stool made me trip at least 63 times a day!

8. Noses and butts that don’t wipe themselves

9. That it took 20 minutes to walk 1/2 a block

10. That the whole world and every single minute of every single day revolved around mama

And, to be fair, there are things I will miss about the infancy, toddler and preschool years.

and now

Here are the Top 10 things I WILL miss about the early years:

1. Naps (Hey, I’m an honest blogger!)

2. 8:00 bedtime

3. Sitting–and fitting–on my lap

4. Fuzzy, footed pajamas on a fresh-washed kid

5. Cute character dinnerware

6. Stopping to admire puppies, kitties, and big kids

7. No need for haircuts

8. Never having to say, “Because you have school tomorrow!”

9. That it took 20 minutes to walk 1/2 a block

10. That the whole world and every single minute of every single day revolved around mama

What about you? Whatever age your kids may be, what it is that you WILL or WON’T miss as they get older?

And, hey–don’t make me feel like a bad mom for saying I miss naps!

 

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Moving soon!

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I’ll be moving soon from Blogger to my own domain, but in the meantime, please check me out here:

www.experiencedbadmom.blogspot.com

Katy

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