the truth?
A friend emailed me today and asked, “Have you given up on your activities blog?”
Here’s the thing: I am self-conscious about talking about things I am doing with my kids all the time, because it feels like a half-truth. Yes, we paint and cook and explore together. But I also deal with temper tantrums. And turn on the television more than I would care to admit. And get distracted in mid-sentence, so that my children are left meandering about, looking for what they may devour, while I’m trying to remember what else I needed for the diaper bag. I’m a regular mom, just like everybody else, and it feels as though I’m painting a picture of soothing tones and happy faces all the time. I wish that were true, but it’s not.
Even so, almost every single good and useful thing I’ve learned about parenting has come from another parent. Also? I studied child development, and care more than the average bear about the way children grow, learn, and think. So I do think a blog that bounces around ideas would be genuinely useful. Except that every time I start to write here, I get bashful about it.
So we’re going to start fresh. I’ll tell what we’re doing, and I’ll assume you understand that for every good hour – when my children are engaged and nobody is crashing into their brother with toy airplanes – there has also been a moment at some point that day when I’ve had to take a deep breath and choose to step over a screaming toddler.
Agreed? Good. Because it’s time to get caught up on this month’s theme.
