Right. Where were we. Ah, yes. Parenting choices.
I’m not really the type of person to hate on someone else for their parenting choices. Unless it really is doing a disservice to the child, such as some form of neglect or putting the child in harm’s way or something. But there are a lot of women out there who are, and it boggles my mind.
I’m not sure that there’s any single “right” way to raise a child. There are wrong ways, sure, but right ways? I just don’t think so. I mean, the whole reason babies take so long to get here is because they’re custom orders, right? I mean, you always knew that your child is a precious and unique snowflake, but does anyone take the time to think that other kids are, too? That what you do for your kid(s) may or may not be workable for me and my kids?
But anyway, having kids makes you think about all kinds of stuff that you never thought about before. From simple things, like how often you dust and what laundry detergent you use, to slightly more complicated things, like what you’ll feed your kid, to really tough and complicated things, like at what point does your mother’s advice stop being helpful and become nagging. Even stuff like, if and when to send them to preschool. When to start kindergarten. Public school, private school, home school? If and when to administer vaccines. Even if you want to buy jarred baby food or simply make your own. And you agonize over every little thing, and research and Google until you can’t Google any more.
It’s maddening, because kids don’t come with an owners manual or a users guide or even a handy FAQ. You pretty much just have to ask other people what they did, do some research yourself, and then just go with your gut and hope you don’t screw it up too bad.
I don’t know. It’s late, and mama’s tired. More later.