Let me quote that again for anyone out there baking organic cookies and saying, "Weeellllll...."
This is good news for me and fantastic news for Pants, our resident Oreo addict. For him, though, Oreo's aren't just a special treat, they are a memory in-the-making.
We don't keep Oreo's in the house. We don't really keep many snacks in the house, mostly because our resident health nut can not control his snacking, so we have to eliminate temptation. Therefore, Pants has to get his Oreo fix from my parents' house, which works out nicely for him as their house is in our front-yard. It looks like I haven't mentioned yet that we moved into my parents' guest house after losing our home in Katrina. We are certainly eagerly working toward moving into our own home again, but in the meantime we are grateful to not be in a FEMA trailer or Katrina Cottage like so many other families on the Gulf Coast. But I digress.
I'm not sure when it started, but my dad gives Pants an Oreo almost every time he goes up to their house to visit. It's a grandpa thing. I had a grandpa thing with my Grandpa Charlie: Starlight Peppermints.
In fact, I remember the first time I saw Starlight Peppermints in a store. I felt shocked and a little betrayed; I thought that they were my grandpa's candy, as in he was the only person in the world from whom you could get this stuff. It seemed wrong that you could just buy it in a store. And another bit of innocence falls away, sniff sniff.
Everyone should have a grandpa thing. Hell, they should have a grandpa thing, a grandma thing, an aunt and uncle thing, a brother/ sister thing, and most certainly a mom and dad thing. Lots of them, in fact.
This is why I loved what I found on Paula Spencer's site and blog, Momfidence.com. I heard about her on Rush Limbaugh (ever since becoming addicted to Radio for the Blind in New Orleans, I only listen to talk radio these days) and had to Google her last night. Her book Momfidence seems so right up my alley. Her tagline is "Lose the Guilt, Love Your Instincts." Thank you.
I want to do right by my kids. I really do. But at the end of the day, I have to believe that I know what's best for them. Yes, I read all of the parenting magazines and lots of books, but when I'm done with them, I walk away. They aren't my Bibles. I take what works for our family and leave the rest. I choose my battles, as I know that if I trust my instincts (along with a healthy dose of education to inform those instincts), I will win the war.
Sometimes that means letting Pants watch hours (yes, I said hours) of TV one morning while I do something for Mom. I'm right here with him, paying loose attention to him, but otherwise he's on his own. For the most part, on those mornings he doesn't even watch whatever is on the TV screen. He just plays in front of it on and off, using whatever is going on on-screen as inspiration for whatever play he's acting out with all of his "guys." I'd love to feel guilty about this, but I would also love to remain sane, so you pick and choose.
Sometimes that means hanging out in our pajamas all day and snacking on and off on our favorite food. No organized breakfast and lunch, just us cows grazing.
MoodSwingingMommy had a great post about this parenting approach recently. One of my favorite parts:
I am no June Cleaver! Today Dear Son was "feeding" his Cookie Monster the crumbs that he found on the floor. Cookie Monster is mighty well-fed living in our house.
And yet, somehow, I doubt that they are filthy little buggars. I imagine they bear the hallmarks of a lived-in home: clean, comfortable, accessible... amid all of the dinosaurs, Dora's, piles of books, balls, Cookie Monsters, and yes, crumbs.
So I ordered Momfidence from Amazon.com and will let you know how it turns out for me. I'm looking forward to a little support for a parent who is simultaneously laid-back and not afraid to be the boss rather than the buddy. I'm the Mom, aka The Omniscient Boss. I do not quiver in the face of either parenting magazines or my own little cookie monsters.