Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Gift of Youth

Everyone has their AHA moments right? (Isn't that what Oprah says?) Well, I didn't expect mine to come while I was talking on the phone to my best friend, eating oreo smothered cake for breakfast. But there I was, shoving my face and complaining about how I can never find anything on the net about young, but not teen, Moms. Being 25, I'm caught in a Mommy limbo. I'm not old enough for the play groups that 30ish Moms put on to meet the FDA recommended quota of child-on-child interaction, but I'm hardly a teen Mom in need of brochures on planned parenthood and 10 Reasons Babies Can't Have Hot Dogs. Nope, society has deemed me capable by some ambiguous and invisible set of standards, and turned me loose with a Mommy seal of approval.

In the beginning, I read all the books about parenting. But always in the back of my mind I felt like these books weren't really written for me. There were no chapters titled, "College and Babies: How to do it all" or "Why it's ok to do things for yourself sometimes." Instead, these well meaning books have 100 page chapters devoted to babyproofing your home. I may be young and naive, but can't all that be boiled down to, "Watch your child. Teach them what they can and cannot touch. Don't eat bugs, don't drink toilet water, say no-no to bleach. Good luck." When did parenthood become "freakouthood"? I guess that's a whole other chapter.

My point in beginning this blog is simple. I am a young parent. With makeup that hides dark circles, a confident smile, and really great shoes, I have convinced society that I can have it all. In reality, I feel like a big kid telling a little kid what to do. How can I say no more jelly beans, when I had chocolate cake for breakfast? However, I am also a great parent. Our life is relaxed. We go to Starbucks and eat pumpkin loaf. We lay in the grass and watch grasshoppers. We dress up in skirts and ponytails. I remember what it was like to be a kid, and that is my special blessing.