I’ve lost count of how many mom groups I’m in on facebook. Local mom groups, a bedrest group from when I was on bedrest while I was pregnant, several cloth diaper groups (I started and quit cloth diapering all within several months), single mom groups, and anything related to being a mom group. Being a mom can often feel lonely and isolating, so being able to connect with thousands of moms and get advice within a matters of minutes can be quite comforting and actually really cool. From time to time a mom will post about a specific behavior question, and most responses will be along the lines of taking privileges away or some type of punishment. The thing is I don’t agree with any of that, and along my parenting journey have discovered that I connect most with gentle parenting. From my own description a gentle parent believes in respecting children like you would any human. Crazy thought, right? They shouldn’t be yelled at, hit (“spanked”), or shamed. A lot of gentle parents also do not believe in punishments and rewards, because (another crazy thought) we want them to WANT to do the right thing, and not do it because they know they will get something or have something taken away.
Just today I was thinking about all the times I was nice to my mom so she wouldn’t punish me or take something I wanted away from me. I was often afraid of her. She didn’t abuse me, but like a lot of parents she yelled, and threatened. These are things I don’t want my daughter to be around, yet I find myself yelling at my mom all the time. Lately MY MOM has been the one telling me that I shouldn’t yell in front of ellie. I am thankful that she reminds me, but why am I getting so off track? I know that I will never be perfect, but sometimes I question if I can even call myself a gentle parent. Sometimes I think I am too permissive and let my 2 year old “get away” with too much, while other times I’ll look back on the day and wish I had been more patient. I’m usually an all or nothing type of person. When I became a vegetarian at the age of 9 I didn’t eat meat again until I was 19, and when I ate it then I felt so bad about it that I felt I better give up being a vegetarian all together. When I started drinking in college I felt so bad about it I just drank more. I wish I could always remember that it’s okay to mess up, but that I should use it as a reminder to pick up and keeping going and remember why you believe what you believe in the first place. A big part of being a parent is modeling how you want your kids to behave. I want my daughter to see that I mess up, but then I learn from it and do better next time. Parenting is tough, but we’re always learning.