Den State

I know this will come as a surprise for those of you who think I spend nearly every waking minute swilling booze and spewing snark but I am serious about my parenting.

Frequently clueless. . .but caring.  

I think about it a lot.

I think about my actions.  My words.

I want to provide my kid with the best childhood I can possibly offer him.

Every kid deserves that.

So when the laundry needs folded and the dishwasher needs unloaded and I have 14 things on my to-do list, the cat barfed on our bed (again), the kid is eating dog food, and I’m quite literally seconds away from peeing my pants, and bedtime is a LONG ways off. . .I sometimes have to remind myself to keep things in perspective.

So what if the kid eats dog food?  It’s quality dog food.

The other day, I came across a post at Lil Blue Boo that offered a really nice, short sweet summary of “goals” Ashley had for her daughter.

Ashley aspires to parent in a way that will help her child become: humble, compassionate, curious, respectful, accountable, and with the ability to speak up, as well as understanding the world doesn’t owe her a thing.

And every day, they remind their daughter to “make good choices.”

I love this and I’m certainly going to remind myself of these simple principles as I go about my days with Mac.  The older he becomes, the more I’m reminded that my purposeful parenting is so important to his development.

I’m just curious. . .If I inadvertently let an F Bomb fly in front of him does that count as “Speaking up”?  Or do I just hold myself “accountable”?

Eff me.  It’s never as easy as it sounds.