Thursday, July 19, 2012

Not Sweating the Small Stuff

My ideas of parenting and the kind of mom I would be are probably as far from where I began as they could be. As I mentioned before, I started out wanting to do everything perfect for my kids. Now I just aim to get done what keeps me out of jail, i.e., feeding, housing, not hurting them, etc.

Well...I really like my kids, so with those basic needs, I throw in some love, interest, and I try to have fun with them once in awhile.

What I don't do is sweat the small stuff. Like swearing, perfect grades, made beds, exact bedtimes or clean clothes, hair, nails, etc. I probably did sweat those things (obviously not the grades) when my first two were born, as I had unrealistic expectations of kids and parenting. But as the kids came, and all of the other stuff got crazy, I learned to let that shit go. If I didn't...well...I didn't because I couldn't. And now, I know that none of that stuff really 100% matters anyhow. No one is trying to be perfect in this house anymore. Thank goodness.

We are aiming for the middle. And if we are not in the middle, we are aiming to accept where we are at. And hopefully that will be a happy place.

For instance, what makes my son happy is his t-shirt that he has been wearing since July 1st of this year. I have slipped it into the wash only once since then. ONE time in almost three weeks. Now, at one time, I would have thought that disgusting. But the shirt looks clean, smells clean (I swear) and heck, less laundry for me. I admire his determination. This will be the summer he wore the same shirt. And it is a cool shirt too.

Yep, I'm done sweating the small stuff. Life is much easier that way. And everyone survives, even in dirty shirts.



6 comments:

  1. If I had a devils rejects shirt and was a pre teen boy I would be wearing it every day also. Just saying! It is pretty cool

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    1. Thrift store find. He has a sweet pair of Doc's too.

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  2. Amen! If everyone's alive, successful day! :)

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  3. Good for you. I am trying to get my husband to get into this frame of mind and he's so not there yet. Like you, I thought I would be the funnest mom ever with the spotless house and fabulous dinners on the table every night. Instead, our dining room table seems to be a magnet for various papers, books and other bullshit, half the time I am too tired to cook, and sometimes, yes sometimes, I get irritable and I am definitely NOT the FUN MOM. But I try. If the kids spread puzzles all over the floor and move on to something else before they're done, I figure they'll come back to it. If my son wants to wear clothes that I think are mismatched, I curb my instinct to make it match in favor of letting him be happy that he's wearing what HE picked. I feel as though I am constantly having to remind my hubby that this house is not just where they live but where they play and hang out and have fun. Sigh - it's a tough battle.

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    1. It is a battle. Deciding to pick the right ones is tricky. We just do our best. Good luck!

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