Parenting is hard. We’ve all heard it before. It’s so cliche, isn’t it? It’s the hardest job we will ever do.
We live and breathe it. There are hard days and easier days. There are days when they’re away at summer camp and days when they’re all home driving you up a tree. There is whining, hitting, time-outing, snacking, playing, loving, licking (yes, I said licking), hugging, yelling, all of it – on a daily basis. We are their parents and we are so important in shaping and molding them into what they will eventually become. WHOA.
With my first, there were hard-fast rules. She won’t drink juice, I will take her temperature rectally until the age of 2 because it’s most accurate, she will sleep in her own bed every night, PBS Kids only, no electronic devices, no fussing in public, educational toys only, everything will be BPA-free, no binkies, no juice boxes EVER – only water, lots of fruit and vegetables, a bath every night, story time every night too.
Well crap. Now the kids are watching far too much YouTube, wearing their clothes to bed, forgetting to brush their teeth at night and watching Cartoon Network on the regular.
It’s true. Andrew Stow, kid number four, has been singing and dancing to the tune of Teen Titans Go for months. He dances and sings with such gusto when it comes on the television. We don’t care, as long as everyone is quiet and they’re not killing each other. He loves french fries. A swim in our neighbor’s pool often substitutes for a warm, bubbly soak in the tub. We’re teaching the whole family how to “whip” and how to “nae nae” and we think it’s pretty darn awesome. We love a lot. We laugh a lot.
No matter how you’re doing this parenting gig, you’re doing it and you should be applauded for your efforts – your efforts to keep the peace, follow through, teach, guide, model, support and love. Parenting is hard.
This past weekend, we took a ride to the beach and had so much fun. In fact, we had so much fun that we ended up spending the night closer to the beach at Nana’s house on Cape Cod so that we could do it all over again in the morning. It would be hazy, hot and humid and I polled the kids. “We can go home tonight or we can drive to Nana’s house and come to the beach again tomorrow!”
“Did you pack our jammies?”
There would be no baths, no jammies, no toothbrushes, no T-shirts for the boys, no hair brushes, no dinner. We bent the rules. We had pizza delivered to the beach for dinner and slept in our underwear. Our hair was messy and we were covered in sand, sun and sunscreen. We made memories that will last a lifetime with great friends and family. We were flexible and we lived in the moment. We had so much fun.
I am so excited to share that I have partnered up with the Sisterhood of Motherhood to bring you #UniteMonday. We want to hear how you may have bent the rules this weekend to celebrate parenting. We’re in this to celebrate and encourage, to support one another and lift each other up, instead of judging and criticizing. We follow our maternal instincts to bring out the best in our babies.
I welcome you to the Sisterhood of Motherhood.
Let’s join hands and keep it real. I want to hear your story about how you may have bent the rules this weekend. Did you relax your standards? Share your stories here in the comments and on Facebook using #UniteMonday. We’re here to better the journey of parenthood to better the lives of our babies. Let’s do this.
We can’t wait to hear your #UniteMonday story. Share your imperfect parenting moment below. Make me laugh, would ya?
Disclosure: This post is sponsored by Similac and The Sisterhood of Motherhood. All opinions are my own.