Today I almost had a Trump twitter moment. But, thankfully, I thought better of it. So, I decided to
vent on my blog express myself positively on my blog instead.
While I love
all most of my social media friends, I occasionally receive unsolicited advice and opinions which I am certain come from well-meaning hearts (at least that is what I tell myself). But, after receiving 15 similar messages in the past few months, today was the tipping point.
The messages go something like this – Wendy, when are you starting Sam in preschool? Wendy, have you signed Sam up for preschool yet? Some of them go on to remind me he needs socialization. Today’s message pointed out a study that showed children who start preschool early are less likely to do drugs or jail time.
So… does this mean if I don’t send my 2-year-old to preschool now that he is MORE likely to do drugs or jail time?
What kind of mother am I?
Here’s the kind of mother I am….
I am a mother who birthed 3 beautiful sons. I am a mother who buried the first one when he was 12. I am a mother who worries about childhood cancer. A lot. I am a mother who wants my boys to love God more than this world. I am a mother who used to compare herself to others. I am a mother who doesn’t do that anymore. I am a mother who loves her husband, the Father of her boys, and treats him with kindness, love and respect. I am a mother who requires good manners and clean hands. I am a mother who believes in dirty clothes, shoes and feet. I am a mother who believes in more books and less television. I am a mother who believes boys should be allowed to run wild and free. I am a mother who believes boys should learn self-control from their parents. I am a mother who wants the very best from and for her children.
I am the mother God made me to be.
You are the mother God made you to be.
Mothering is work. Mothering is hard. Mothering is rewarding beyond measure.
Don’t compare yourself. Don’t second guess yourself. And never attempt to make another mother feel less than when they don’t “do life” the way you think it should be done. There are exceptions when children are abused or not cared for. But, sadly, I think we are all more inclined to push our advice and beliefs on those who need it least.
The beauty of being a parent in this great nation is that WE get to choose what is right for OUR children.
I am a 50 year old momma with a 2 year old and a 13 year old (boys). I have been broken to the core by the loss of our first born. I have made decisions no mother should ever have to make. I don’t doubt for a minute my mothering skills. For now, for OUR family, we are all the preschool he needs. But, thanks for asking.