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Never Be Embarrassed of Your Parenting or Your Child

Before you become a parent, you may visualize what it will be like to hold your baby. You may wonder what it will feel like to know that there is someone to love unconditionally. You may even imagine sweet hugs and tender kisses from your angelic cherub that you know you will accept no matter what.

But, there are some things you never visualize. It’s the moments you never see on television or in the movies. It’s the part no one likes to admit or talk about. The times you not only want, but need to lock yourself  in the bathroom in order to regain your composure. The moments you secretly wonder what you did wrong to create such a monster. The moments you feel sad or angry or overwhelmed or just plain tired. The moments you feel disappointed - not so much in your child, but in yourself because surely this is all your fault right? If only you were a better mother. If only you could have anticipated the meltdown. If only you had instilled more of a sense of discipline, or maybe you were too strict?

These thoughts are normal. There isn’t a mother or father alive who hasn’t doubted their parenting. So, if these feelings and experiences are normal, then why aren’t we talking about it more. Why are we left alone to cope with these moments? Why do we stare at the mother with the child collapsing in the middle of Target and judge? Where is the support? Where is the understanding?

And why the hell are we so embarrassed? THIS IS NORMAL. This is life – an imperfect journey with perfectly imperfect children.

Yet, I see it all the time. A parent comes to pick-up his or her child from my daycare and the child begins to melt down. The child screams, flails, hits and collapses in a heap of tears for no apparent reason. Maybe the child is exhausted from a long day. Maybe the child is in the middle of a fun game and isn’t ready to be interrupted. Maybe the idea of transitioning is stressful for that child.  Or maybe there is no discernible reason other than being so elated to see Mommy and Daddy that their emotions take over.

The parents are usually at a loss. They often get that embarrassed look in their eyes and try to reason with their child. They try to find a solution or coax their child back. They shake their heads and I sympathize. It is so hard being a parent. Sometimes there isn’t a solution. Sometimes you just have to ride it out and stand your ground. But, you should never be made to feel embarrassed for yourself or for your children. You should never alter your parenting style just because you have an audience. It’s okay to reprimand your child in front of others or give a time-out. It’s okay to just allow your child to scream in a corner. It’s okay to hug it out or simply pick-up your child and go flailing and all.

There is no steadfast rule on the best way to parent, so you have to be true to you and to your child, whether you have an audience or not.

This is something I have had to work through myself. I always have an audience when I parent. My daycare parents watch me with my children and I am always acutely aware that I am being observed. That my actions are observed because they are representative of how I treat their children. I have learned not to censor my parenting. I have learned that I cannot be afraid to parent in front of others. I cannot get embarrassed because this is reality. My children are not perfect. My children push my buttons and cry and whine and fight and say no. My children have emotions and that is okay. I have emotions and that is okay as well.

Just this morning, my seven-year-old son had a major meltdown as the bus was approaching because I wouldn’t allow him to bring his Easter candy to school as a snack. He tried to sneak the candy in his book bag and I caught him, so I took it away. He screamed, cried, and got angry with me. I stood my ground and was stern, but definitive with him. I was not going to allow him to miss his bus (which is one of his favorite things to attempt). All this happened while a daycare parent watched, but I knew I wasn’t being judged. She was helping me watch for the bus. She was kind and understanding.

This is what we should all do for each other. We should all be more forgiving with ourselves and with others. We should support each other, so there is no need to feel embarrassed. Most importantly, we should realize that this is just part of the job. It is a difficult one with many rewards, but no true reward comes without a struggle. If it did, we wouldn’t appreciate the quiet snuggles before bedtime, the unexpected hugs, or squeals of delight.

Do you get embarrassed when your child melts down in front of others? Do you censor your parenting when you have an audience? Have you ever felt judged by others? Please leave a comment or join the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

 

Paper or Plastic? Why I Choose the Unpopular Choice

I try to avoid controversial topics with my blog posts. I have readers on both side of the aisle and I don’t like alienating anyone. But, I can’t keep silent any longer. I simply have to speak-up and admit to something that may be unpopular.

Okay, here it goes… I like my groceries double bagged and not with the brown paper kind. I do not use reusable bags and I have been known to ask the cashier to *gulp* bag the milk.

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No, I am not trying to destroy the planet. I believe in recycling and I do think climate change is real. I also realize there has been a movement away from using plastic. Currently, 26 states and Washington, DC, are so intent on eliminating the use of bags that they charge a per bag tax. In DC and Maryland it costs you five cents per plastic bag. Virginia has considered imposing a bag tax a few times, but none of the measures have passed. The most recent proposed legislation, which did not pass, would have cost shoppers in my state about 20 cents per plastic bag.

I am not a bad person. It’s just that without plastic bags, I would be at a loss. You see, my life involves poop. A LOT of poop. I could open a factory. Please don’t visualize this because it’s pretty gross.

Plastic bags are what make it possible for me to do my job. How else would I send the outfits sodden by explosive blow-outs and missed runs to the potty home to my daycare parents? How else would I dispose of the toxic packages that cannot simply be thrown in the trash can or diaper champ directly?

I’m also pretty sure my parents would be upset if I attempted to send a head-to-toe covered onesie home in a cute reusable bag. A brown paper bag could work, if only it would contain the smell and absorb the liquid. Yes, we are talking about clothes that sometimes drip. Plastic bags are an essential supply not ever to be wasted in my home. And when I get low on bags, I start to plan my next trip to the store.

Yesterday, I realized I was completely out of plastic bags bananas and bread, so I made a quick trip to the store. I had about 10 items in my cart and stood in the express line. The woman behind me had about the same amount and brought three re-usable bags with her. I could feel the judgment as I asked for plastic and even more judgment when I asked the cashier to double bag everything. The cashier was more than happy to oblige since she apparently gets points for every bag she uses (not sure how that works). I felt the stares of the lady behind me, so I simply tossed out, “I need the bags. I run a daycare,” as if she even cared or understood. Usually, I don’t care what others think, but offering an excuse at that moment made me feel better and a little more justified.

But really, I should not feel guilty. I do not waste my bags. My in-house recycling program is top-notch. It is re-purposing at its best. And what is my alternative? Paying for special scented bags sold at high-end baby stores for disposing of diapers. That to me is a waste of money and resources. We change more than 25 diapers a day five-days-a-week in my daycare, so buying special-purposed bags is not practical, but neither is paying 20 cents per bag at the grocery store if a bag tax is imposed. I could justify five cents, but 20 cents?

I am all for common-sense initiatives meant to help the environment, but I understand why this did not pass. And I’m glad for now I can continue to keep my poop factory contained.

Please leave me a comment below or join the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page and tell me what you think. Do you support a bag tax? What are you willing to pay? Do you have any suggestions on what I can use instead of plastic bags? Are you looking to get rid of your bags? I will gladly take donations.

 

 

The Great Training Debate – Puppy Versus Baby

The moment he was placed into my arms, my heart was captured. His soft small body craved my warmth and protection. Heart to heart we remained until he stopped shaking and examined his new home. We named him Beau and cooed in awe over this little addition to our family.

All five of my babies!

All five of my babies!

Our puppy arrived days before Christmas. It was a gift to the entire family. A new member of the family. A new adventure that quickly had me and my husband rubbing our heads and searching the Internet for ideas on the best way to train and raise our little pup. We were in uncharted territory. Our last dog Biscuit had been adopted at two-years-old and was already house broken when we brought him home.

Beau, on the other hand, had never been on a leash or taught anything. He was a scared blank slate needing love, attention, and A LOT of training.

Bringing home a human baby is not scary to me. I’ve been there and done that four times. I know how to respond to cries in the middle of the night, wean from the breast, remove a pacifier, introduce solids, potty train, etc. I have also cared for other people’s infants and toddlers since 2006, so I have had little need to refer to “experts” for these basic steps in a long time.

I suppose I was guilty of being a little over-confident (read: know-it-all) because it wasn’t until the holidays were over and the kids went back to school and I found myself alone with Beau that I realized how much I didn’t know about raising a puppy.

I quickly discovered three things:

  1. A puppy is not the same as a baby (duh).
  2. My experience level with human babies means nothing.
  3. While my innate ability to love and nurture is helpful, it does nothing to stop a puppy from inexplicably barking, nibbling on the kids’ toes, jumping all over the baby, or peeing and pooping indiscriminately.

So, I did what all new parents do everyday, I googled the heck out of it. I researched training methods and started to embrace my inner Cesar Millan. The problem was that I didn’t like the whole “leader of the pack” mentality. It was unnatural for me to look at raising a baby (puppy or human) in this way. This is when I did the other thing many new parents do, I complained on my Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

This is when I started to see the light. Thanks to my loyal readers and FB friends, I realized I was wrong in my first assumption that parenting a puppy is nothing like parenting a human baby. Here is what one friend said that helped:

“Puppies are also like children in the way they sense frustration, anger, being upset, etc so try and stay calm like you do with all the kids. Also, pups all have their own personalities maybe you can just try different training techniques (if you have time) to see what work best for all of you:)”

Another friend’s link to an article that explains how positive reinforcement works better than trying to assert dominance also changed my perspective.

I felt my confidence returning. I can do positive reinforcement. I can reward good behavior and ignore bad behavior. I can train my pup.

Many treats later I am proud to brag that my puppy, like all my babies of course, is one of the smartest in the world because he has learned how to come when I call him and sit. He also knows how to play fetch. We are still working on “potty training,” but he can go the whole day without an accident as long as I take him out every 90 minutes. Not bad for 13 weeks old.

So, how does the puppy training compare to baby training? I’ll let you judge it for yourself. As you can see, one does it for a treat and the other just wants to see the video of herself.

Here is the Puppy:

Here is the Baby:

Have you raised a puppy before? Please share your best advice to this novice by leaving a comment or joining the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.