Every mom has a style. Some moms are helicopters. You’ve met those. They hover over their kids like a black hawk over a seal team. They swoop in and grab them up and protect them from literally everything. That’s not me.
There are moms who are the enablers. These are the ones fighting every battle on behalf of their child. They know their kid can do no wrong. We all know their kid is a brat and a half but there’s no telling them that. Also not me. I know my kids are brats.
We have Pinterest moms. No one likes y’all and your perfect life and perfect kids and perfect DIY’s. And we think y’all are hiding the truth. Definitely not me.
My mom style might fall into the “live and learn” category. Basically all you other moms can go to bed tonight knowing you are a better mom than me. I don’t even care that much if my kids say a bad word as long as it’s not directed at someone and they use it in the proper context.
I am the mom of natural consequences. “That’s hot but go ahead....... what did we learn?” Sums up my parenting style. And this seems to be serving me well enough. We will know for sure when I’ve succeeded in launching capable adults out into the world. I believe in life skills.
Cooking.
Cleaning.
Not quitting.
Peeing in the woods.
This is not a complete list. You wouldn’t believe how well this parenting style works on road trips and camp outs. We’ve learned not to touch prickly things, or hot things. Don’t eat bugs. Don’t pee in your sleeping bag. And the direction you chose to pee cannot be over stated.
We were some where in South Dakota when Avery said she had to pee.
We agreed to stop. An hour later we had passed not one single place to use the restroom. She spoke up again. Urging us to consider her situation emergent. We assured her over the next hill would be a potty. No potty. Just around the next curve, no. No potty.
Finally I suggested she just pee on the side of the road by the car. She immediately agreed. So you know she was desperate. She hopped out. Drops her britches, pops a little squat and starts to pee. But the wind is honking across the prairie and catches the pee. It blows it all over her. She stoped peeing mid stream, jumps up, turns around, squats, pee, disaster. Again the wind is raining pee on her. Her hair is sticking straight out the side of her head in the wind. She’s not sure which way to turn. She’s up, turn, squat, pee. Up, turn, squat, pee. Finally she’s done. She’s soaked. She looks at me helpless. I’m videoing because again I am that mom. We had to change her clothes right there on the shoulder of the road.
Natural consequence learned that day: when peeing outside THE WIND MATTERS! I’ll be here handing out life lessons all week sweet pee. I mean pea.
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