I catch a lot of hell and grief about some of my parental philosophies.
OK….that may be a little strong, but I definitely get the raised-eyebrow, disapproving glare more often than not.
Editor’s Note: I definitely don’t claim to be a parenting expert, but I have developed some viewpoints and I’ve started to figure out what works best for Team Myers.
The biggest points of contention, regarding my parental decisions, revolve around the following areas:
To keep this post from being too exhausting, I only want to focus on one of these areas today: The gifts. (I’ll compare juice to black tar heroin another day.)
I was inspired to write this post after Crash’s second birthday. Someone said to me: “Please tell me you got him a present.”
Their eyebrow was already raised before I got the chance to answer.
“Yes, we got him one gift.”
My response did not squash the follow-up glare of judgment that implied:
“ONLY ONE GIFT?!?!?!?”