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I always said I would never be "that" Mom.

I always said I would never be "that" Mom.

I always told myself I would never be "that" Mom. You know the one I'm talking about. The one who throws their kid an ipad or an iphone just to pacify their latest in public tantrum or to buy some extra "me time" away from their kids.

I used to judge these Mom's with no shame what-so-ever. Until I became one. Being a parent is hard. Whether a stay-at-home Mom, working Mom, single Mom, foster Mom, period. Parenting takes everything we got from sun up to sun down, and not eve really then! We are always "on duty" or ready for the call. 

I work full time in Medical Billing, run a Photography Studio, while juggling my husband and children. Let's face it, I can't be everywhere and be everything to everyone. 

One morning while trying to make my husband breakfast many other various must do's before I walked out the door for work I found myself completely overwhelmed by the demands of my 3 year old. I simply did NOT have the time for all that in the moment. That's when it happened. Out of pure desperation to get my laundry list of "to do's" the were on  my agenda before work, I handed my daughter the computer.

I downloaded what looked like a good "education app" just to ease my guilt a bit. After about 30 minutes I finally got everything done that I needed to. I looked across the counter and there she sat, happy and content while learning her ABC's. And you know what? She was just fine. I was just fine. She didn't become a zombie child with her whole developmental future doomed because she engaged in a few minutes of screen time. 

I get it now. Sometimes it just makes sense to say "the hell with what they say" and do what works. She was happy and I was able to accomplish my tasks. Had I remained stubborn and closed minded to this idea, we would have spent that half hour falling further behind, with an incredible amount of distress on both parts.

Being a parent is hard. Why make it harder?

Project 52 2018 - Week 2: I Am a Photographer

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New Home, New Park

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