My kids have been allowed to:
- Have sleepovers
- Have been in performances
- Keep so-so grades (when they’ve received them)
- Eat junk food
- Pick up an instrument to learn on a whim and quit if they didn’t like it.
- Have a messy room
I’m a Sloth Mom. A complete loser.
Don’t tell anyone but my kids have also been now to belch and pass gas too. And oh, (I’m so ashamed,) I’ve laughed along with them on the particularly cacophonous ones.
I’ve howled when they played with flour pretending it was “pixie” dust and find their random jokes and cartoon hilarious. I love learning and laughing with them on this adventure called life. (Okay, there’s times I wanna sell the little darlin’s to the gypsies but I digress.)
I find grades irrelevant and am more concerned that I see good effort than a “first place” finish in any activity.
Yep. Measured against Amy Chua’s philosophy, (she is the author of “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother,”) I would classify my parenting approach as “Lullaby of the Sloth Mom.”
Sure, I’m far from a perfect parent. But the longer I do this parenting thing, the more I abhor the use of shame and comparision in any relationship….especially relationship with my kids.
Lullaby of the Sloth Mom. Hmmmm. Catchy isn’t it? Wonder if Doubleday would be interested in offering me a book deal.