NOT ADVOCATING TAPING UP CHILDREN… At least not infants.
I’ve got 5 kids. 4 within 5.5 years. All born within 9 years. I can safely say that at least once, I have entertained various creative non-appropriate responses to specific problems.
Anyone who tries to assert that they have never felt very negative feelings about their offspring, at 0300 after being up for hours, and day after day, with little reprieve from childrearing, is going to qualify for sainthood, or is lying through their teeth. I vote lying through their teeth.
I distinctly remember holding crying children, walking in circles for hours to comfort them, a pacifier in my mouth, trying to bite through the damn thing myself. Pacifiers are damn durable, I never chewed through one.
One of the things I think make people crazy about childrearing, and women especially, is this whole fantasy world that is a tool of marketing.
Your house is not going to look like Pottery Barn Kids. Even if you buy the entire room from the catalog, it’ll last a week, and the foot deep mess of dirty clothes, legos, torn off barbie heads, cars and stuffed animals will pale beside the foot high permanent marker drawn on the wall.
Even if your buy the deluxe crib, with all the bells and whistles that retails for $1500, she’s going to end up sleeping in your bed the first 4 months. At least.
After shelling out $500 for dance lessons for your three year old, not to mention the money for 3 different outfits and shoes for performances, she will promptly pee herself during the show.
Your house will be trashed, sunup to sundown, unless you drive yourself and your children crazy by following them with a vacuum cleaner, some wet wipes, a laundry hamper and a bottle of bleach.
I wish people would talk to other moms in real life more often, be more honest in general, and throw away all the mags, blogs, and TV that shows an unrealistic view of children and childrearing.
I love my kids, and I’m giving them the best life I can. They’re all turning out pretty damn good so far, and more than one person/parent/teacher/relative/stranger has said that I have great kids.
But don’t ever think that parenting doesn’t entail at least one incident of chasing kids through your house, wielding a broom, telling them they better* run*.