Parenting has made me into a gigantic hypocrite.
The word hypocrite is rooted in the Greek word hypokrites, which means “stage actor, pretender, dissembler.” So a hypocrite is a person who pretends to be a certain way, but really acts and believes the total opposite. Kinda like a self-proclaimed vegetarian that eats bacon.
I can't even believe the stuff that comes out of my mouth at times, but in my defense, there are moments that I actually BELIEVE my own BS. The other day I was in the middle of a doozie, and I started to reflect on the things I say, and teach. Then I started to think about the things I actually DO. And really, I was shocked. I hate hypocrites- when did I actually BECOME one?!
If I had just done a little detective work when I was a child I would probably realize that my parents were big fat liars too. Here are my top offenses.
1. WHAT I SAY: You're hungry? How about you eat some carrots?
STOP CRYING. They are good for you. I love carrots! Look- I'll eat one. No, you can't have any cookies. You've had enough sugar today.
WHAT I DO:
Stand by the pantry every night and shove cookies into my mouth like there's a famine and I'm about to pass out from low blood sugar. At first there's an inner debate.
DON'T EAT THAT! You did so good all day! You will feel guilty tomorrow.
SHUT UP. I'm eating the cookies. I'll just buy bigger pants.
I want to stop, but I can't. The cookies are so delicious. And then I need salty, so bring on the chips. And while I'm eating those I remember the peanut butter cups hidden and decide it's most politically correct to eat those to end on a salty/sweet note. I take my snacking seriously, and at approximately 9:32pm-the more sugar- the better.
2. WHAT I SAY: Ok, enough TV. Let's go outside and run around. You've been glued to the screen all day!
It's a beautiful day outside. Let's go burn some daylight.
WHAT I DO:
Binge watch Mad Men and Real Housewives of pretty much anywhere and everywhere, or anything that makes me feel really good about my life or really deprived about my life. You see, at the end of the day my brain is overcooked oatmeal hours later, sticking to the side of the bowl. I can't function. I can't think. I can't go to bed yet without ME time. Me without ME time is tightly wound, exhausted, empty, starving. Copious amounts of television seems to help.
3. WHAT I SAY: Time for bed, boys. You need sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and you need your rest.
WHAT I DO: Break every single attempted bedtime I've ever attempted to place on myself. I get the smallest dose of alone time and I'm a kid at Disney Land. I don't know which way to go first. Watch TV! Pluck my eyebrows! Stare at my pores in the magnification mirror! EAT THOSE COOKIES! Search Facebook, Craigslist, Ebay! Straighten up! Read! Learn to crochet! Learn Spanish! I want to do ALL the things.
Suddenly, I check the clock expecting five minutes to have passed, and somehow it's 11pm. AGAIN. And I haven't even learned Spanish yet. Oh mierda.
4. WHAT I SAY: You have enough cars. In fact, you have at least eleventy hundred Lightning McQueens alone!
We don't need to buy any more. I wish I could buy you everything you wanted, but then you would rely on stuff to make you happy, and then you would be miserable because there's never enough stuff. So I'm not buying it for you because I'm doing you a favor.
WHAT I DO: Buy multiple versions of my own Lightning McQueens- which for me equals shoes, shirts, lipsticks, books, pants. Stuff, stuff, stuff. I love stuff. Never ever enough stuff.
5. WHAT I SAY: You are beautiful. I love you EXACTLY the way you are. There's nothing you could do to make me not love you. You make my life happy, purposeful, complete.
I love that you try your best. I love watching you learn. I love your spirit and tenacity. I love watching you make mistakes because it means you are trying.
WHAT I DO: Say nothing of the sort while inside my mind. Why the heck aren't we as nice to ourselves as we are to our kids? You aren't enough. You did it wrong. You screwed up. I wouldn't dream of talking to my children that way- why is it ok to take to me that way? I would be destroyed if their inner voice was as mean spirited as mine.
I don't know everything about parenting, but I'm learning to believe that a little hypocrisy is necessary to raising little humans. At least until they get older and are able to make choices for themselves. Then they can do exactly what I'm pretending not to do now. However, I am gonna work on number 5. That's something I need to learn how to do so I can show them by example. I don't ever want that mean inner voice taking up space in their brain.
You're not a hypocrite, you're just human...just like the rest of us :) Don't be so hard an yourself, you're awesome!ReplyDelete
I heart you a lot, my friend - even more now with the Halloween Oreo picture <3ReplyDelete
I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty awesome. Its just something I've come to terms with. My husband and son have not come around, yet. But I keep reminding them.
What I do do (you're welcome) is tell myself my son got a raw deal in the Mom department. He deserves a much better Mom. One who has more patience and challenges him in the right ways. Not one that lets him have Oreo's for a pre-breakfast snack and sit in front of a Kindle/laptop/TV most of the day. What if God gifted him with the knowledge to cure disease or broker world peace and I am not cultivating it? Maybe I am not helping him find his potential? The only thing I know is no one could ever love him more.
Thanks for another great read, friend.
Love and happiness to you, sweet Momma xoxo Miracle
Chrissy - OMG I cannot stop laughing. You are so cute and so honest and so real. These are the SAME exact things I do with my son. I am seriously belly laughing at your photos. I do them ALL! You are the best - thank you so much for sending these emails. You make my day!!!ReplyDelete
White lies to children are fine in my book! Very funny post.ReplyDelete
Good stuff, girl!!ReplyDelete
What I say to my children: If you were really hungry, you would eat the apple I'm offering!ReplyDelete
The last time I willingly chose an apple when I was hungry was NEVER!
I'm reading this as I eat my 2nd ice cream bar of the day and before I stare at my pores in the magnifying mirror. :)ReplyDelete
Me too! The eating... the eating...ReplyDelete
I'm telling the brutal, accusing, abusive voice in my head to hike it right on out of here. It reminds me that I made a fool of myself at my son's huge California wedding (thought about you when I was there) because hearing aids are pretty useless in noisy crowded venues. Abusive voice, "You knew better than to meet your future in-laws for the first time when you wouldn't be able to hear. Why do you think the bride's mother kept asking you if you wore miniskirts when you were young? Because your daughter wore a top with no bottom, and the winding leather straps of her high-heeled sandals coiled around her legs like pythons or an orthopedic device. Why did they treat you as if you were demented?" Here's an idea. Maybe they're not really as nice, close knit, and loving as my son thinks they are. Bunch of hypocrites. And why should I even care about this? People like that need to pass on through.
Because of you, tonight I love it that I tried my best. I love my spirit and tenacity. I love that my mistakes on that ill-fated trip taught me valuable lessons. Thank you for sharing.
A really beautiful, honest post, my dear. Keep it up and know that you are most definitely not alone in this department. xoReplyDelete