But what about those “old
school moms” you’re related to? I have
very little to say about them since I am fortunate enough to not have anyone in
my family or circle of friends who feel the need to berate me with their
antiquated advice. So I asked a… friend,
yeah a friend (You don’t know him. He
lives in Canada and we met at camp), to help me with this.
Here are some of the gems we…. I mean my FRIEND… has endured:
OSM: You spend HOW much on
formula?!! You know in my day we used to
just mix a little caro syrup and milk and THAT was formula. My kids turned out JUST FINE (note: I hate any statement that ends with my kids turned
out just fine). ME: Cool. Now tell me that part about Uncle Julio
needing to chow down on a roll of Tums before he drinks water again?
OSM: You know in MY day we used
to dab a little whiskey on the baby’s gums for teething, and my kids turned out
JUST FINE. ME: What a GREAT suggestion!! I hear your son just got his 6 month AA
chip! Please express my congrats!
OSM: You guys hold that baby
too much. You really should let her
cry. You’re going to spoil her. ME: You
may be right! I was just reading in
Parent magazine about how moms of older kids wished they had held and cuddled
their babies LESS. And don’t even get me
started on those babies that robbed that liquor store!
OSM: You know that cat will
steal your baby’s breath while she sleeps, and if you leave the dog alone with
her he will eat her. (It is important to note that we have neither
a dog nor a cat. I just refuse to clean
the house, and since Tony so selfishly objected to being the scapegoat I needed
to blame the dirt and smell on something.
So Fido and Fluffy are merely figments of our imagination and therefore
I have no idea if this is actually true or not.)
Now, if you’re like me
(and I assume you at least aspire to be) you might be tempted to pull out the
files of data and empirical research you have painstakingly poured over to prove
why you are right. Trust me don’t waste
your time. The thing about the OSMs is
that you will never be able to convince them that things have changed. They are content to knit, while watching
Murder She Wrote , and to tell anyone who will listen how you are messing up
your child, and possibly society as well.
It just is what it is.
So as a Certified Expert Parent (CEP) here is my prayer for the day:
Dear God, Buddha, Allah, the Dali Lama, and/or Janet Jackson,
You willing Zoey will choose to bless us with a plethora of grandbabies some day. At some point she will tell me how she just must have the Swedish, organic, hyper barometric chamber for her little one. Please tear out my tongue should I berate her with how she slept in a plain old crib and turned out JUST FINE. Instead give me the strength to smile, hug her, and then sell my…err… Tony’s plasma to make sure she has the best one available.
Amen, AHHMEN, or whatever
Disclaimer: Since my friend
lives in Canada he doesn’t care if you sue him for slander.