had a thought

I had quite the craptastic morning, complete with yelling (me) and crying (The Bee).

Not pretty, not good.

She was whiny, has been for a while, and I don't tolerate whine. Drink it, yes, otherwise, no.

So I yelled. She cried. I felt like crying.

We apologized, several times over, and all seems to be well.

So, after all of this, while heading to the Land of Plastic & Batteries (aka Toys R Us), I had a thought:

Running through the flower field with my hippy dippy dress is not easy.

Huh?

Yep - running through the flower field with my hippy dippy dress is not easy.

I try to be one of "those" parents - the one that doesn't yell, doesn't hit, ya ya ya ... we try to talk about what was done wrong, explain options and so on ... for the most part it works. It's tough, and believe me, there are some days when it would be so much easier to be the parent that yells, offers no explanations or discussion and leaves it at that. And yes, we occasionally do have those days.

In the mainstream world (you know, the world to my right, the one that I skirt the edges of) I would be that hippy dippy parent - I cloth diapered, made baby food, breastfed for over a year, co-slept - although I generally don't wear broomstick skirts and Birks.

I have Birks, but no broomstick skirt.

So yes, the type of parenting we have chosen, me, more than The Husband, since I'm with them all the time, is tough. It's worth it, definitely, but it's tough. I get criticized and have been made fun of.

So yes, todays jaunt through my hippy dippy field of flowers with my hippy dippy broomstick skirt was a rough one. But, for now, it looks like we're back on track.

This is good.