“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” ― Mary Oliver
I recently found myself at the local Pottery Barn scoping out some very tall glass pillar-like vases. I had my four-year-old daughter in tow, and a sales woman came up to us to offer advice. She said something along the lines of “you might want something sturdier, maybe not as breakable…” and gave a sideways glance to my kiddo.
Yes, she does have a point – sometimes kids break stuff. But, well, I wrote once about my philosophy on our home a while back, so we don’t need to go into it again. The reason I bring this up is it illustrated the current thinking that children, not their responsible adults, run the world.
I mean, I am really puzzled by the idea that if I have the audacity to bring something that isn’t made of foam, plastic, or fabric into my home my kid gets to
break it. And it’s somehow my fault for not knowing better. Ludicrous!
Some people might call me crotchety, but I prefer to think of myself as a “throw back” — to kinder, gentler, more civilized times when adults were adults, and kids were sometimes seen and not heard (except when mixing our drinks – remember that infamous scene in Mad Men? HI-larious!)
Other parenting philosophies I hold that might fit the Mad Men era:
In short, our homes and families can’t really be run as a democracy. Kids can have a hand in family decisions, but they should be age-appropriate, and I would really love it if more people realized “kids being kids” isn’t an excuse to disregard common courtesy. It might sound like I don’t enjoy kids, but that’s simply untrue. But I can’t deny that I love being with my kids even more because of their ability to empathize and treat me and their dad like actual people with feelings!
So say what you will, and judge me if you must, but I’m not trying to say I’m a better mom than anyone else. What I’m saying is that I’m sleeping in, cooking only one dinner per night, have my children’s manners and consideration for others complimented often, and my seven-year-old makes a mean martini. (OK, that last part was a joke. Really.) And isn’t that what every mom deserves?