I'll admit it: I do things as a parent I didn't ever think I'd do. I think we all do, right? (Please say I'm right.) I mean, it's easy to have principles and philosophies and parenting theories and all that, when you're pregnant, or when you have tiny, sling-bound babies. But once you have real, live, flesh and blood kids running around tearing up the joint - jonesing, whining, wheedling, arguing, laughing, talking, jumping, oh my! - those principles get put to the test. Some of those philosophies may start to seem slightly unattainable. Some may even be downgraded to "guidelines" or "pipe dreams."
One of the things I love the most about parenting today is that we talk openly about things like parenting philosophies (or lack thereof), post-partum sex (or lack thereof), baby daddies, babyproofing our marriages, and the cold, hard fact that raising kids is hard; it doesn't always go how you want, or plan, for it to. And you have to learn to go with the flow.
I let my kids watch TV. Never thought I would. I also let them eat organic meat. Never thought I would do that either, as a longtime former vegetarian. I also - and this drives some people insane - let my kids call me by my first name. They don't do it all the time, but pretty regularly. I think it's cute.
CityMama moves her family around more than she thought she ever would.
Gir's Gone Child lets her kid walk around with goose eggs the size of Texas on his forehead.
Mom-101 finds joy in her daughter's snotty nose.
Lisa Whelchel (yup, she's Blair from "The Facts of Life") takes giddy pictures when her hubz falls off the roof while putting up Christmas Lights. (Hey, you've got to see the sunny side, right?)
Suburban Misfit is realizing that this parenting gig is serious.