so then it’s not wrong
even if you do wrong things
right? wait. I’m confused.
Lord, that was the worst haiku ever.
OK. So I’ve been thinking about all the things I do as a mother that are supposedly wrong that don’t seem to bother my kid. Then there are the things that I do that are supposedly right, and that’s what freaks him out.
For instance, I let my three-year-old watch the entire Star Wars Episode I movie, including the Darth Maul light saber duel scenes. After watching this he has not a care in the world.
Several days later I let him watch 5 minutes of Lilo and Stitch (the Disney show) and he had nightmares all night about creaky ladders and fire and Lilo.
I let him eat french fries and a popsicle for dinner the other night. All was right with the world. Then, when he eats chicken and peas his tummy is upset for a day and a half.
The other afternoon he was freaking out so I let him nap from 3:30 to 5 (!). He went to bed perfectly at 8:30. A day or two before that, he took a 45 minute nap at 1 and then didn’t go to sleep until 10 that night.
Just when I think I have the hang of it, I find out that being the worst mama ever is actually turning out to be the best thing for my kid. I don’t understand it, but I can work with it. You’d think that by now I would have learned that when books and people and web site talk about "the norm" when it comes to kids, it’s all bullshit. There is no norm. Except on Cheers. And he was no piece of cake either.