My kids are currently 11 and 9 months. Both boys. Some of you might be saying, "Oh, you poor girl!" But I wished this on myself. I was raised with mostly girls - and I hated it. After everything was said and done, I had 3 sisters and two brothers (not all under the same roof - we were all an amalgamation of marriages and re-marriages), and of my six cousins, four were girls. When I dreamt of my adult life - and children - I said I wanted four boys. My husband has a son from a previous relationship (who doesn't live with us) and my oldest is from my first marriage. Maybe one day we'll have another baby and I can fool myself into 'having four boys'. Maybe. I have to get my husband on board first.
When it comes to my kids, I'm stricter than most parents these days. While we have a TV in the house, my son knows he can only watch it on the weekends. Same goes for playing his video games and access to the good ol' internet. It's a privilege he needs to earn through his schoolwork and behavior. I say "no" and I mean it - and no amount of pleading, begging or crying changes my mind. When the weather's halfway decent, I push my son out the door. To play. Outside. The first time my oldest slammed the door and screamed how much he hated me, I smiled. It's not my job to be his friend. It's my job to be his mom. I brought him into this world, it's my responsibility to prepare him for it.
I started this blog to share my experiences with you. Hope you have as much fun raising your pumpkins as I do raising mine.
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