Parenting is hard. That’s not new information, if you’re a parent you already know.
It’s hard because we’re tired. It’s hard because we have to constantly answer questions – ‘How do toasters work?’, ‘Why are we going to the doctors?’, Why is it a work day?’, ‘How do vegetables make me strong?’, ‘How are babies made?’.
It’s also hard because information is constantly changing.
Start solids at 4 months. Just kidding, start them at 6. Oh no we didn’t mean 6 we meant 4.
Make sure you start with rice cereal. Start with one steamed pureed organic vegetable. Only do baby-led-weaning.
Feed them nuts, quick! Oh my gosh they’re too little for nuts what if they’re allergic?
Dip their dummy in honey, they love that. Don’t let them have honey until they’re one, haven’t you heard of botulism?
Won’t somebody please think of the children?
How are we supposed to know what’s right? How can we make educated decisions when the smart guys don’t even seem to know what’s going on?
Should we trust the generation before us? Should we assume that because we turned out ok that they’ve done it right? But what if we’re the exception to the rule? If we have digestion issues is it because of something our parents unknowingly did or something we would have had no matter what?
Do we trust other mums on social media because they’re in the same position as us, going through the same things and making the same choices?
Do we just go for it, trust our gut, our women’s intuition? Isn’t that pretty much what parenting is?
Should I close my eyes, spin around three times, hold my breath and hope I land on the choice that is least likely to screw up my kid?
It’s no wonder so many parents are stressed. In a world where information isn’t clear, judgement is thrust upon us for every choice we make, and social media is the puppet master it’s a wonder we’re not all in straight jackets.
I don’t know what the solution is. Maybe we just need to wing it. It seems like we’re gambling a hell of a lot, but then again, everything we do in life is a gamble.
I suppose in the end all we can do is research, and then research again, regularly. Make decisions that we are comfortable with. Take advice from others, respect their opinion and keep the advice that suits you and your family. Kindly give advice to others and let them decide if it’s right for theirs.
And if we mess up it up? Well I suppose we probably won’t know for a while. I wonder if my parents are still on edge waiting to see if they did something to me as a baby that will cause me to grow an extra limb, or turn into a werewolf, or enjoy Justin Bieber’s music (the horror).
If, one day in the distant future, evidence is shown to prove that a decision that we made today has royally wrecked our kids, well, we will simply do what our parents did.
Blame it on the generation before us.
What are your thoughts? Please share with us in the comments below.