Sorry, Not Sorry
Parenting is hard. Can I get an amen? This generation of kids faces so many threats on so many fronts that parenting and raising up children who are kind and present and strong while keeping them safe from cyberbullying and sex traffickers and people in our own country’s leadership feels like a never-ending game of Whack-a-Mole. I honestly don’t know the best way to go about doing this whole thing. So if you have any insights or wisdom, please share. I do know that I have to stop assuming that other moms are judging me. Maybe they are, and probably they aren’t, but regardless, I have to do what is right for my babies without that casting any kind of aspersions of someone else’s parenting. I have to remind myself that different doesn’t necessarily mean wrong. If I were to fall into a parenting stereotype, it would be Helicopter Mom. I always have eyes on my kids, or I am positive that someone I trust does. Yes, even in my backyard in the burbs. Which brings me to my main topic of shame and doubt: I am anti-sleepover. There, I said it. My oldest is just getting to that age where it is socially acceptable, and while I do not judge you in the least for having a sleepover for your child or allowing your child to go to a sleepover, if you invite my kid over for one, I will probably decline. Unless you are someone I am beyond a shadow of a doubt sure would die trying to save my kid first, I can’t give the okay.