My parenting style has grown and changed quite a bit over the years.
I did the crunchy mom thing and the helicopter mom thing. I dabbled in the free range realm a bit (not fully, never fully), and have gone hard-line mom from time to time as they’ve begun to approach the you-wanna-test-me teen years.
I feel like I do pretty well –they are open and honest with me, we have a good relationship built on love and trust and mutual respect, and two of them are still down for cuddle time multiple times a week. Don’t tell, but even the big one gets in there sometimes.
Every now and then, though life needs a shake up.
To keep them guessing. Keep them on their toes. So they don’t think I’m sleeping.
Because I’m not. In fact, I rarely.
But that’s another post.
Anyway, from time to time, I like to try new things on them. Like when we went gluten free to see if it helped with Dude 2’s cyclical vomiting (yes friends, it is as foul and as horrifying as it sounds). Or that one time, I decided we’d go all summer without planning a single thing , like an unschooling free range forest family of sorts (guess what? Some kids require organization and a schedule for sanity, particularly those diagnosed with OCD.).
Look, I don’t always get it right, but it really can’t hurt to try.
I figured it was time for something new. Something funky, something fresh –two things go together like macaroni and cheese.
And, who better to inspire a new funky fresh, macaroni and cheese way of life than Drake.
Yes, that Drake