So from time to time I have been told I am “obsessed” with my kids. It has never bothered me when family, friends, or even complete strangers have said this to me. But recently when another mom at the preschool made a joke about me being so “attached” to my kids it got me thinking. Am I obsessed with my kids? Damn right I am, they are my kids. I can count on one hand how many times I have left my kids with a babysitter/family member while the husband and I go out. It is extremely rare! I know that all parents need a break, and I will be the first to admit that I get overwhelmed and can turn into a crazy woman when I have been cooped up for too long with all the kids. But I just haven’t reached that point where I am comfortable with leaving the kids with someone. Not to mention that we have moved so much that I have not found anyone that is reliable. And even though I talk about all the shenanigans that go on around here, and the craziness that my kids put me through, it is my craziness.
Since having kids I am the last person to judge another parent, this parenting business is freaking hard work. Before I had kids I was that person that would look at the child in the middle of Target throwing a tantrum like, good lord what is going on? Get that kid under control. But now having had many of meltdowns in countless stores, I am the one getting the looks. Every parent does what works for them. My husband and I do what works for us. No two parenting styles are alike which is why there are a million and one parenting books out there because clearly no one has a clear cut path to follow when it comes to this thing called child rearing. My comfort level is probably very different from another persons, so what? I do things different then my mom did things, I am sure I do things different from a lot of moms out there. But I do what I feel is best for me and my little nuggets. There are so many terms out there these days, attachment parenting, uninvolved, crunchy moms….the list goes on. Call me crunchy, nutty, crumbly, fried or what have you. I just feel there is no need to judge…I mean if I had it my way I am sure all my kids would just sleep in bed with me until we all couldn’t fit anymore (my husband feels differently). I just want to soak all this little kid time up, because there will come a time where my kids don’t want to hang out with the hubs and I. One day they will realize that mom and dad do not possess super powers that heal a boo boo with a kiss. One day they will not greet us at the door with utter surprise and excitement as if we have been gone a year, when really we just went to the mail box.
Chris and I absolutely deserve a break together here in the near future, and we will be taking full advantage of grandma when she comes to visit. But family time is the thing we enjoy the most, considering we rarely get to eat dinner as a family during the week. Family time is precious to me. I don’t know, I just don’t think people should make moms feel bad about NOT leaving their kids, and taking a break, I mean think of it this way there is one more babysitter in the area free for your friday and saturday nights 🙂