Cuddlemama
04-11-2002, 01:09 PM
and I'm not feeling guilt about it.
On the heels of the guilty moms thread, I started questioning my own parenting. This is something I don't do often, because I've learned that I deal better with life if I'm not full of self-doubt.
I think I parent much in the same way that I believe. I'm pagan, but have definate Taoist leanings, when it comes to the general philosophy of life.
When Emily was born, I was a militant AP mother. I wore her constantly, I nursed on demand (generally around the clock), her every whim and whimper were my world's focus. I was determined to meet her every need before she even KNEW she needed it, ya know? It was working for her, but it was KILLING me. I became withdrawn, self-conscious of my mothering because I thought I had ruined her if she cried at all, and full of stress from the lack of sleep and time to concentrate on my own psychological wellbeing.
I cracked under the pressure. When she was about 16 months old, I woke up one morning knowing that I COULDN'T do this anymore. I was newly pregnant as well, and knew that I could never offer myself THIS fully to two children at the same time.
So, I left Emily with her dad for a full 24 hours while I took a break BY MYSELF and tried to figure out what my responsibilities as a parent truly are and how I could best fulfill them.
And here is what I realized:
I am responsible, at this point, for Emily's physical wellbeing. I MUST offer her a place to rest, nutritious food to eat, a chance to exercise her growing body and growing mind, and an environment safe from dangers (both human and mechanical).
I am responsible for Emily's spiritual wellbeing. I MUST expose her to issues of faith, morality, and personal accountability. I must demonstrate, through MY OWN EXAMPLE, tolerance and justice and love without condition.
Those are my responsibilites as her mother. I am NOT responsible for filling her every minute with pleasure. I am not responsible for maintaining her "perfect" mood in her "perfect" world. In fact, by trying to do so, I neglect my responsibilities.
I make sure that Emily has nutritious food and drink available to her at all times. But, I do not force Emily to eat anything at any time because my responsibility for her means that I have to teach her personal accountability. If I make her eat when she is not hungry, or refuse her food when she feels hungry, then I've created a situation in which she loses control of her body.
I make sure Emily has books, toys, and music available to her at all times. But I do not PLAY with Emily unless ~I~ feel like playing. I am here to facilitate her learning. I show her how things work (sometimes, other times I let her figure out things on her own...just to see what SHE thinks is the "right" way) and then leave her to discover on her own. It's sort of a Montessori based idea, I guess. I make sure that she has the materials, then I let her make her own way to them in her own time.
For the first 16 months of her life, Emily did not EVER sleep more than two hours in a row. She slept 5 hours out of each 24, and spent alot of of the day miserably being "played with" or fed or asked to nap, etc....
By 18 months, after I started giving her more control over her own life, she was a happier child. I had been stifling her independence by assuming she should be carried or held or played with constantly.
Now, she's 25 months old and she sleeps 8 hours per night in her own bed, in her own room. She wakes in the morning, takes her diaper off and goes potty in her potty chair, dresses herself in whatever suits her fancy and picks her morning meal from a selection of things I've left for her on her table.
She plays with toys or watches a video sometimes...generally making a major mess, but enjoying it tremendously. When she is ready, she comes to my room and lets me know that she's awake (of course, I know this because I keep a monitor on at all times...I may be a proponent of independence, but I'm not CRAZY!!) and that we can start our day.
During the day, Emily follows her own path and I follow mine. Right now, my path is to care for Nathaniel (who is AP'ed just like Emily was right now because he's still incapable of caring for himself, but will be given his independence as he grows older) constantly, and to work at my computer establishing both the diaper business and continuing my freelance writing career.
Emily's path runs parallell to mine, but not ON mine. She plays near me, but not with me. She explores the world at her own pace. I offer her interesting opportunities and she digs into them as she chooses. Today, for example, I filled her "office" with construction paper, small bowls of colored water, chalk, newspaper, paint brushes, and some dolls and books.
She's made a mess, of course, but it was worth what the cleanup will involve to see her smiling face when she ran in her with her newest discovery..."Mama, red water and blue water is purkle (purple) water."
And, it was worth even more knowing that SHE DID IT ON HER OWN!
Ok, now I'm done with my torrent of words. Mainly, I wrote this because I needed to reaffirm, to myself and the world, that I've chosen the path that is right for our family. But, also, I want to reassure all the moms who just can't constantly entertain their children that it IS OKAY....kids need a happy or relaxed mom way more than they need a "fun" one.
Leigh (whose daughter is now singing along with a bluegrass CD...fake hillbilly accent and all)
On the heels of the guilty moms thread, I started questioning my own parenting. This is something I don't do often, because I've learned that I deal better with life if I'm not full of self-doubt.
I think I parent much in the same way that I believe. I'm pagan, but have definate Taoist leanings, when it comes to the general philosophy of life.
When Emily was born, I was a militant AP mother. I wore her constantly, I nursed on demand (generally around the clock), her every whim and whimper were my world's focus. I was determined to meet her every need before she even KNEW she needed it, ya know? It was working for her, but it was KILLING me. I became withdrawn, self-conscious of my mothering because I thought I had ruined her if she cried at all, and full of stress from the lack of sleep and time to concentrate on my own psychological wellbeing.
I cracked under the pressure. When she was about 16 months old, I woke up one morning knowing that I COULDN'T do this anymore. I was newly pregnant as well, and knew that I could never offer myself THIS fully to two children at the same time.
So, I left Emily with her dad for a full 24 hours while I took a break BY MYSELF and tried to figure out what my responsibilities as a parent truly are and how I could best fulfill them.
And here is what I realized:
I am responsible, at this point, for Emily's physical wellbeing. I MUST offer her a place to rest, nutritious food to eat, a chance to exercise her growing body and growing mind, and an environment safe from dangers (both human and mechanical).
I am responsible for Emily's spiritual wellbeing. I MUST expose her to issues of faith, morality, and personal accountability. I must demonstrate, through MY OWN EXAMPLE, tolerance and justice and love without condition.
Those are my responsibilites as her mother. I am NOT responsible for filling her every minute with pleasure. I am not responsible for maintaining her "perfect" mood in her "perfect" world. In fact, by trying to do so, I neglect my responsibilities.
I make sure that Emily has nutritious food and drink available to her at all times. But, I do not force Emily to eat anything at any time because my responsibility for her means that I have to teach her personal accountability. If I make her eat when she is not hungry, or refuse her food when she feels hungry, then I've created a situation in which she loses control of her body.
I make sure Emily has books, toys, and music available to her at all times. But I do not PLAY with Emily unless ~I~ feel like playing. I am here to facilitate her learning. I show her how things work (sometimes, other times I let her figure out things on her own...just to see what SHE thinks is the "right" way) and then leave her to discover on her own. It's sort of a Montessori based idea, I guess. I make sure that she has the materials, then I let her make her own way to them in her own time.
For the first 16 months of her life, Emily did not EVER sleep more than two hours in a row. She slept 5 hours out of each 24, and spent alot of of the day miserably being "played with" or fed or asked to nap, etc....
By 18 months, after I started giving her more control over her own life, she was a happier child. I had been stifling her independence by assuming she should be carried or held or played with constantly.
Now, she's 25 months old and she sleeps 8 hours per night in her own bed, in her own room. She wakes in the morning, takes her diaper off and goes potty in her potty chair, dresses herself in whatever suits her fancy and picks her morning meal from a selection of things I've left for her on her table.
She plays with toys or watches a video sometimes...generally making a major mess, but enjoying it tremendously. When she is ready, she comes to my room and lets me know that she's awake (of course, I know this because I keep a monitor on at all times...I may be a proponent of independence, but I'm not CRAZY!!) and that we can start our day.
During the day, Emily follows her own path and I follow mine. Right now, my path is to care for Nathaniel (who is AP'ed just like Emily was right now because he's still incapable of caring for himself, but will be given his independence as he grows older) constantly, and to work at my computer establishing both the diaper business and continuing my freelance writing career.
Emily's path runs parallell to mine, but not ON mine. She plays near me, but not with me. She explores the world at her own pace. I offer her interesting opportunities and she digs into them as she chooses. Today, for example, I filled her "office" with construction paper, small bowls of colored water, chalk, newspaper, paint brushes, and some dolls and books.
She's made a mess, of course, but it was worth what the cleanup will involve to see her smiling face when she ran in her with her newest discovery..."Mama, red water and blue water is purkle (purple) water."
And, it was worth even more knowing that SHE DID IT ON HER OWN!
Ok, now I'm done with my torrent of words. Mainly, I wrote this because I needed to reaffirm, to myself and the world, that I've chosen the path that is right for our family. But, also, I want to reassure all the moms who just can't constantly entertain their children that it IS OKAY....kids need a happy or relaxed mom way more than they need a "fun" one.
Leigh (whose daughter is now singing along with a bluegrass CD...fake hillbilly accent and all)