I’m going to rattle off some super basic parenting questions. Answer them honestly, and then we’ll talk default parent and what that really means (to me, at least). Here’s the thing, you either know exactly what I’m talking about, or you don’t. And there’s no shame on being a default parent or not. It is what it is and each role in parenting carries different perks and negatives. Here are some scenarios:
It’s 7 pm, kids are down and you need toothpaste. Do you A. Run out and get it or B. Ask someone to pick it up?
Your child gets a cut at school. Does the school call you first?
Schools out, snow day! Who’s the parent to stay home with them without much thought?
It’s 2:30 am and the baby is screaming in their bed. Do you jolt awake in bed or slumber through?
Doctor’s appointment and it’s time to fill out the forms…Do you have their information memorized or are you texting to find out answers?
As a 1991 baby, a millennial, but not really one at heart, I feel my style rolls more like a gen-x. I also feel like my boomer family judges me every step of the way from the fact that I let my kids test their limits or paint apron free or the fact that I don’t force them to wear a coat to the car so that they experience the natural consequence of feeling cold. Are you rolling your eyes? Hi, Mom!
I've picked my favorite three pictures (or the three that most resemble that phase in our life) for all of 2020. Travel back with me! I wrote an essay about the past year, see the button below to read it!
But there is a light at the end. That's the moral of this post: the light at the end when your two babies become besties and you can sit back and smile.
Due to COVID rules and the timing of their appointments, I had to handle both kids well visits at our pediatrician alone. Layla had her nine month and Lincoln had his two year. When I planned them together, I thought it was such a smart idea to get it over with and to streamline the visits into one. However, on the way there when Lincoln was kicking the backseat because he wanted to go back on the playground and Layla was crying because she was already overdue for a bottle, I knew I had f’ed up.