Oh a sense of humor… this is something I’ve had to develop very early on.  Porter was….is… a handful.  He has debunked every parenting philosophy I’ve ever had and humbled me to the core.  The situations he’s brought to this house could only leave us laughing, as doing anything else would only drive us further crazy. 

Pinterest brings out the best and the worst in moms.  Great moms end up feeling insufficient in the wake of Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart, and it really shouldn’t be that way.  None of us have it “all together” no matter how much it may seem we do.  I promise.  

I’ve been there… the parent of the screaming toddler on the airplane, with nowhere else to go but pray that the door opens up 10,000 feet in the air and sucks you out.  It sucks.  Literally.  Thank God for compassionate people. 

Porter had a nurse at Motts and I swear to goodness she was pregnant… but I did not make one mention to it.   No way.   Too risky!  Besides, I could pass off as a preggo lately anyhow!

Even if the only good reason is that she is lazy and is “only leaving the house to pick up kids” because .. that is so me.  Only, I usually have pajama pants on (from the wrong season) and baby food, snot and spit up on my shirt.  

This could not be any more truer than it states.  Every stinkin’ child is so different… has different likes, wants, needs, preferences… and my own 3 leave me baffled on a daily basis.  If I can’t figure out my own kids, what makes me think I could figure out someone else’s? 

This will be a hard one for me.  I’m not happy with my body.  I probably make comments I shouldn’t make about myself.  It is definitely something I need to change.  I want my children (not just daughter!) to love and respect their bodies for who they are.  I want them to know that the person inside is what counts… not how they look on the outside. 

Amen is all I have to say.  What works for one mom/family may not work for the next.  Regardless, your kid will grow up just fine.  I highly doubt they’ll be sleeping with you as a high schooler, dumb and sickly because you formula fed, emotionally scarred because you let them cry it out.  It’s all relavant. 

Ohhh another one of those debunked philosophy.   When Porter was little I was so anti-play-gun in our house.   Couldn’t stand the thought of a toddler/preschooler playing with guns.  But whenever we went to friends’ houses that had play guns… what did my kid run straight for? The play guns.   He’s like a magnet to them.  And now?  He loves nerf guns, play rifles, pistols and bb guns (all pretend/play toys).  On his Christmas list this year?  A real shotgun and a real pistol.  Right.   His newest phrase when something cool happens?  “Shotgun!”  (whaaat??)  Yes, I never wanted my kids to like guns, to play with guns or have toy guns.  But we have them all over the house.