If you think a bragging mom is obnoxious, you might want to skip this post. No? Still here? Okay, I warned you.
I like to think that I am a fairly confident person. I doubt my abilities in many areas, (cooking, sewing, fashion, art, etc), but there is one thing I don't doubt. While I sometimes doubt my decisions, I don't doubt that I am a good mother. Maybe it's obnoxious to say that. The trend these days seems to be for everyone to moan and groan about what a horrible job they are doing as a mom, to talk about all the mistakes they are making. I know I have already made mistakes, and I know I will make many more, but I feel good about the choices I make, because I know they are all made with love, and in Dylan's best interest.
So, this past week, when I got a negative comment on this blog, saying I'm not cut out to be a mother, it didn't phase me. Truth be told, I was a little excited. See, I've been blogging a long time, and until then, I NEVER got a negative comment. All the popular bloggers at some point had talked about negative commenters, and I felt a little left out. (Now my inbox is going to be inundated with hate mail, isn't it?!)
Some would say that I am a pretty strict mom. I don't allow Dylan to eat a lot of treats, and I don't let him watch a lot of TV. Each day, he gets to watch one DVD that is an hour or less or one show on PBS. Why PBS? No commercials. I'm not trying to tell anyone what to do. I am just explaining what I do. I have worked with a lot of kids who watched a lot of TV and I saw how materialistic it made them. They had a long list of "wants" and I didn't want my kid to be like that. I put up with comments and teasing from certain family members about this rule, believe me.
One day this week we took Dylan to Kohl's, because we are trying to decide whether or not to buy a gazebo on sale. While walking around, Jim suddenly saw a stuffed animal he wanted to buy for Dylan. It was the dinosaur in Toy Story. Jim liked it, and he thought Dylan would like it. Dylan held it the whole time we were in the store, but when we got in line to buy it, he said, "I don't want to BUY it!" Jim said, "You don't want it?", and Dylan replied, "No, I don't NEED it. I already have a dinosaur at home".
I am telling you, I think I emitted a blinding ray of light as we walked out of that store, because I was just beaming with pride. A three year old who turns down a toy?! Send all the negative comments you like. I must be doing SOMETHING right.