I Am A Crappy Mom

A heated debate on my Facebook page led to a snarky (funny) discussion with Trisha from MomDot on what bad parents we are. I still think she wins, but I had to try to top her.

I’m a crappy mom.

Here are all the things I do to screw up my kid:

I hug him every day.

I kiss his boo-boos.

I use cloth diapers.

I breastfed him for a year.

I supplemented with formula.

I use disposables at night because it’s easier than finding a cloth diaper that works.

I let him eat dinner without washing his hands first.

I follow a regular vaccination schedule.

I teach him to dance to Slipknot as often as Miley Cyrus.

I cosleep.

I let him bring a sippy cup to bed with him at night.

I use positive parenting techniques instead of physical discipline.

I don’t disinfect his toys.

I chose (with my husband) to have him circumcised as an infant.

I keep him rear-facing even though he’s two years old. And I’d probably do it forever if I could.

I taught him not to lick the windows instead of paying to test them for lead paint.

I drop everything when I come home to say hello and make sure he knows I am happy to see him.

I skip brushing his teeth if he’s already fallen asleep on the way home.

I wash all of his clothes separately so I can use special laundry soap to avoid additives and chemicals.

I try to use natural or organic products around the house.

I let him mix his food however he wants.

I teach him about God.

These are all things I do as a parent. I don’t feel the need to defend or justify my actions. I am happy to talk with others about my parenting style, philosophy, or decisions, because I know being a mom (or dad) is tough, and sometimes it’s helpful to hear how other people are doing things.

I don’t care if some people think the things listed above make me a “crappy” mom.

I am Levi’s mom.

What matters to me is that he feels loved, safe, and nurtured.

So far, I think I’m doing alright.

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