I had a natural birth, I still breastfeed my toddler, and I try to feed my child nutritious and, often, organic foods. At the same time, I buy us all fast food occasionally, we don’t practice a family bed, I let Little Man watch more TV than he should, and I take him for his routine vaccinations. So where does that leave me?
Why do I feel like I’m always caught in the middle between main stream and holistic.?
I’ve been feeling this way since I had Little Man, and lately I’m just fed up.
I’m not weird because I breastfeed my toddler. It’s a nice and healthy thing for me to continue on until his second birthday (and maybe longer). I, however, also have no intention of tandum nursing when the next baby comes. Sorry, but I don’t want to feel like a cow with constantly exposed udders and I know that’s how I would feel. Lots of women do it and I think it’s beautiful when I see it. I just know I won’t be able to take that without feeling like a complete disaster.
I’m a Christian. It makes me crazy how many all natural parents out there seem to think no person with a brain can have a religion. It’s just insulting. That’s really all I have to say about that. I can’t tell you how many attachment parenting, unschooling, holistic blog posts I have read that make me feel like they’re raising their children to be so much more aware and intelligent by not adhering to any “silly holiday traditions”. Something tells me there are just as many educated Christians out there as atheists, we just choose to believe in something greater than ourselves without questioning it. That doesn’t make us any less intelligent.
I call myself an attachment parent because I do my best to foster a a healthy attachment with my child. I treat him with the love and respect he deserves. That does not mean, however, that I never say the wrong thing or raise my voice. I’m human. Sometimes I get frustrated and raising my voice is the only answer for me. I was yelled at plenty as a child, and to be quite honest, I think it made me a more responsible adult. Sometimes, being yelled at, snapped me out of whatever funk I was in and allowed me to stop what I was doing and realize that I was, usually unintentionally, frustrating my parents. It didn’t scar me or make me feel like I couldn’t trust them. In fact, I have always had, and continue to have, an extremely close relationship with them. I always knew they loved and believed in me.
I hope this didn’t offend anyone. That wasn’t my intention. I’m just a little sick of filtering myself to fit into a box that I simply don’t fit into. I’m me and I’m going to raise my child my way. I guess sometimes that means people will label me as an ignorant, bad parent. Oh well.
On that note, I’m going to look for some fun, family Christmas event to take my child to and maybe watch a little Miracle on 34th Street. 😉