truth is, I am judging them. I am judging them for holding their children back from what they could be. I think maybe sometimes, some of us are scared that all the 24 hour news cycle hype is accurate and that we should all actually be afraid of every fucking thing and everyone all the time because some horrible devastating disaster is lurking right around the corner. Probably in the form of that dark skinned kid with the hoody, or possibly the shady homeless looking guy. It could even be that neighbor you've never bothered to get to know because, really, his lawn is a disaster and who does that?! What the hell?! Most likely, none of those people is posing any threat to our sweet babies and they'll be just fine walking two blocks home by themselves after school. Remember, you taught them about trusting their intuitions and about not looking for other people's lost pets or going close to a stranger's car. You taught them not to slurp from your vodka bottle when you're not looking. If you didn't, you should have! You taught them not to light fires in the house. Come on, give them a little credit. If we never show them that we trust them and think that they are competent, they won't feel competent. They will question their ability to be self sufficient. What a gift we give them when we let them know that we think they're smart, capable and clever.
I'm Molly. I'm all in for parenting. I'm all in for good food. All in for big and small outdoor adventures. And really only partly in for homemaking. I want a Martha Stewart home and meal, but the truth is, we mamas just can't do it all. Not really. This shit is tricky!
This is a collection of musings and missives about parenting like you mean it. I mean really mean it. About how you can pull off a really mostly decent meal, keep your house kinda clean, do some of your laundry, and also even remember to usually feed your pets. But mostly about how being a mama is hard and we can totally rock it, but maybe that dream of perfection has got to give a little.