The Biggest Parenting Mistake You're Making

Plus 5 Ways to Be a Better Parent

The Biggest Parenting Mistake You're Making

If I tell you I worry I'm not a great parent, you might tell me that because I'm worried, it means I care, and so I am obviously a "good mom." Or maybe you'll say I need to just chill out! Or maybe I'm worrying about the wrong things. 

If I say certain words to my kids, I run the risk of crushing their wee spirits.

Or maybe I will over-praise them and damage them as adults?

When I was a baby, my parents were told to place me on my tummy to sleep. When my daughter was born 31 years later, nobody would dare put a baby to sleep on anything but their back. When my kids were both born, it was standard practice to wait to introduce peanuts until they were at least one year of age, and now we're told there's no need to wait.

Things change. Advice changes. Rules change.

I honestly feel that the very biggest mistake we're all making as parents is reading all these articles highlighting our mistakes. 

Sure, there are plenty of amazingly helpful and insightful articles out there, but for each one of those there are five waiting to tell us just how badly we're screwing up our kids. 

I think these are five no-fail ways to be a better parent:

1. Stop second-guessing yourself.

I know my kids best, and I know that despite making mistakes, my kids will grow up just fine. I bet the same goes for you.

2. Read fewer articles pointing out your mistakes.

You clicked this article, right? That means the idea that you're not already a good enough parent is ingrained in you. You're good enough.

3. Trust your gut.

I don't care what anyone says, co-sleeping was right for my family. I don't care if it's right for yours, and you shouldn't care what's right for mine. Go with what works for you and your family. 

4. Be flexible.

I have eaten a dictionary's worth of words since becoming a parent. Rules are fluid, and things change along the way, and I'm okay with that. It's okay to change your mind, it's okay to change expectations. Ride the waves of parenting and enjoy them instead of fighting them every inch of the way.

5. Love the small moments.

The saying goes that the days are long but the years are short, and any parent of a grown child can tell you this is true. I know it seems like a waste of your evening snuggling the kids to sleep. I know it's frustrating repeating, "Put your boots on," ad nauseam. I know temper tantrums suck. But I promise you'll look back on all this and laugh. What makes parenting isn't the big picture, it's all these small moments that matter.

Now, stop focusing on the negative, will ya?




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What it Feels Like to Travel with a Food Allergic Kid

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What it Feels Like to Travel with a Food Allergic Kid

We just got back from a road trip from the GTA to Newfoundland with my two kids. They're veterans of epic road trips. On Sunday, we left my parents' home on the Avalon Peninsula in Newfoundland, drove 10 hours across the island to the Port aux Basques ferry, slept on the ferry till we disembarked in North Syndey, Nova Scotia, at 2:30 AM, then drove and drove and drove (and drove) 1900 kilometres home, stopping only for bathroom and food breaks. Two parents, two kids, and a puppy in a Mazda 5. In 48 hours, we spent 32 on the road.

I bet your blood pressure is rising just thinking about that, isn't it? Mine's totally fine, because the kids are total champs in the car. It's the times spent outside the car that crank up my anxiety levels. You see, since my son is allergic to nuts, every single snack and meal on the road is potentially life-threatening, and turns every vacation into something far more stressful than it really should be. There's never a time I'm not thinking about his allergies, or where they may be hiding, or how he might react. We're constantly scouring food for evidence, always on guard, always asking questions to help protect him from an anaphylactic reaction.

There are still so many people out there who really don't understand food allergies. Even my own mother was wandering around her house eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich while we were visiting. How can she not understand that her snack could kill her grandson? How come she doesn't understand that she'll have to scrub her hands and brush her teeth before picking him up for a cuddle after eating that? How come?

Because she doesn't live with his allergies, that's how come.

Let me tell you a little about what it's like to travel with an allergic kid.

• Before going anywhere, you stock up on EpiPens and allergy meds. You're a walking pharmacy of allergy-related medications.

• Your body is always on Red Alert, always ready to act if your child has a reaction to something.

• When you order ice cream, you not only have to ask if it's nut-free, you also have to know that it's made in a nut-free facility, and explain to the teenager scooping where to find this information. Oh, and when you figure all that out, then you can deny your kid the ice cream anyhow because they use the same damn scoop in all the buckets.

• When you eat in a restaurant, you have to explain that walnuts are, in fact, also nuts, so no, that salad isn't a safe option.

• You learn exactly which oils are used to deep fry foods that nobody should be eating anyhow. And you get to explain that yes, peanut oil is the same as peanuts, so no, it's not safe. Same goes for that peanut butter-based salad dressing.

• You get to meet the chefs in all the restaurants you dine in, because they're the only ones who (maybe, hopefully) know what goes into the meals they prepare.

• You become "That Parent," wiping down surfaces with Lysol wipes and pulling out your hand sanitizer at lightning speeds.

• Your purse contains more safe treats for your kid than anything else, because you know missing out on a road trip treat is akin to having one's fingernails torn out.

• Your vacation choices are made by determining how well you can speak the local language and how prevalent allergens may be.

• The idea of airplane travel makes your heart pound because they still serve nuts on airplanes.

• You ask if all the foods are made in the restaurant, then you ask again. And you ask a third time, only to discover that yes, they're cooked there, but they're prepared elsewhere.

• Your nerves are constantly shot from being eternally on-edge, waiting to see if every red mark is the start of hives, if every cough is the start of breathing restrictions, if every reaction could be the one that kills your child.

Though it sometimes feels easier to keep them in a bubble, there really is nothing like the experiences of fun travel and vacations, and it's never been anything but totally worth our while to make these things work.





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So Your Kid Hurt My Kid

To Go Full Mama Bear or Not to Go Full Mama Bear?

So Your Kid Hurt My Kid

So your kid hurt my kid. Now what?

Seldom is there a fiercer anger than when a mama bear’s cub gets injured. Should a fellow kindergartener toss out a few typical teases, she’ll be forever labeled as a Mean Girl by the other mama bears, for certain. A boy who shoves another boy is a terrible bully. A child who hits must be hit at home. A kid who bites has “something wrong” with them. What is normal childhood behaviour, and what is truly of concern?

I’m no expert, for certain, but I know that as adults, we tend to interpret situations we see our kids in through our own eyes. With that vision comes our years of experience, any baggage we have from when we were younger, and an understanding that social imbalances suck for everyone, of course. But the thing is, much of what we react over is normal kid stuff. Kids push. They tease. They’re mean. This is normal, and this is exactly why we parents, caregivers, and role models exist. We work to teach them that these aren’t okay behaviours, but we forget that despite them not being acceptable, they’re totally normal. The whole point of being a kid is that you don’t know what being a grown up is all about. Most grown ups don’t even seem to have a good grasp on it, so why do we expect so much from young kids?

I was speaking to some parents about an injury my son got at school this week. He and a kid (who, by the way, stands at least a foot taller than my son) in his kindergarten class had not been having a fun day together. There were a few verbal spats during the day, culminating in the other kid shoving my son, pretty hard. Hard enough that Mason’s forehead caught the corner of a door and the resulting black-and-blue goose-egg draws some pretty good stares.

Was it ok for the other (older, much bigger) kid to do that? Nope. Was I raging mad ready to tear a strip of him or his parents? Also nope.

My friends suggested I speak to his mother, who I see regularly dropping her son at school. They suggested I complain to the school, and have the kids monitored more appropriately in the school yard.

Yeah, no. The kid hurt my son, but it’s okay. It’s normal.

Kids are still developing coping skills for, well, everything. My son still melts down when I tell him he can’t have ice cream before bed, or when I suggest that maybe he should pee one more time before sleep so he doesn’t pee the bed again. He can’t cope with frustration yet, he’s only four. So sometimes feelings build up and explode out the only way he knows how: physically and verbally. And we walk him through the feelings, teach him how to appropriately cope, and we move on. I expect that others are the same, and I don’t go off the deep end when my kids are hurt by other kids. I walk them through that, too, and explain how we’re all just figuring out how to be people together on the earth.

I think that as parents, we’re hyper aware of bullying lately because it’s a great buzzword. If someone doesn’t agree, they’re a bully! If a kid steps out of line, they’re a bully! But our definitions are all mixed up and in our efforts to be more aware, we’re focusing on the wrong things. I wrote about that in another post you might want to read, too.

Look, we all want to protect our kids. But this crazy helicoptering, overprotective, bubble-wrapping, crazed-bear-parenting isn’t helping. We’re raising kids who can't even run in school yards without fears of accidents, kids who don’t know how to socialize properly, kids who don’t trust their own instincts, kids who have no moral compasses. Instead of teaching the skills they need, we’re eliminating the challenges, but the thing is, we can’t do that forever.

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I don’t stand for bullying, emotional, or physical abuses from other kids. But my son is in kindergarten and I don’t think any of his classmate are sociopathic monsters. I think they’re little kids still learning how to be.

One day kids aren’t kids anymore, and what then?




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