I am a bad mom.
I let my daughters watch way too much television. (That's what they are doing while I type this post actually.)
I have stopped doing fun activities with them at home.
Neither of them have a very diverse diet. Vegetables are like a 4-letter word to both of them.
My three-year old can't recognize all the letters in the alphabet. Either that or her attention span is too short to finish the task. (Thanks to all that TV of course.)
My 14-month old has only spoken a single word. It's "ma-ma" so I should be happy, but she is behind her peers. I can easily blame it on her hypotonia, but I am always asking myself, is it actually because she doesn't get enough attention?
The three-year old hides whenever I go to pick her up some place. It's as if she knows that being with someone else is more fun than going home with mom.
Plus, I yell a lot. Way more than I ever thought I would. I actually hate yelling. I even make myself cringe when I do it. It would be impossible to count the number of times I've had to apologize to the three-year old for losing my patience with her.
Really though, I am just scratching the surface of my badness here... there are a million little ways I look at my parenting and can see that my girls will spend years hating their mother and trying to recover from their childhood on a therapist's couch.
Someone please tell me I am not the only one whose mothering has not turned out the way they thought it would?
Monday, November 15, 2010
Shared by Jennifer at 11/15/2010 08:38:00 AM
Labels: My Mothering
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