Comments on: Worst Parenting Choice So Far

By: Parenting Articles

Parenting Articles — Wed, 07 May 2008 03:27:27 +0000

We can never be a perfect parent to our children it’s really impossible. What we could do is to have a resolution to counter the mistakes we have done and to be more careful next time by accidentally repeating those mistakes.

-Jan

By: Polly

Polly — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 18:54:29 +0000

Wenda, good question! Can’t say for the other sisters who post/ cross-post here, but I’ve had a hell of a time making it through our first year with two kids. Somehow, I finally gave myself permission to be overwhelmed by it all, which realization ushered in a small mountain of Things It Was Perfectly Okay to Let Slide.

I’ve checked back here often to see whether the other LesFam gals have been as overwhelmed/ distracted as me. I know Liza has been epically sick (though, with the help of antibiotics, I think she’s on the mend).

Hopefully things will pick up now that we’re nearing the cheery Spring Has Sprung season. Sez me in sunny CA.

Thanks for writing in!

By: Wenda

Wenda — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:08:56 +0000

I’m not a parent, but I still make lots of mistakes with the children I love.

But more importantly, where have you gone to?

By: Blue

Blue — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 02:19:01 +0000

There’s a worldwide club called “The Bad Parents’ Club”. Well, if there isn’t really, I’m hereby officially naming it. Join me, Bad Parents of the world. Yes, you. And you, and you, and you . . .

When Rocky was a few years old, she hit the dog. I whacked her on the butt. “Don’t hit!” I said sternly.

By: Keri

Keri — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:31:26 +0000

Oh Dear…the many things I wish I could take back.
I fostered a little girl for a few years waaay back and once made her finish a full glass of chocolate milk that she made herself. My idea was a lesson in “not wasting” until she puked it all over me, the carpet and herself. And another time? I thought I was taking her to a cute little witchy movie – there were teenage girls in it – how bad could it be? It was “Craft” or something and every parent glared at me while we walked in and when I finally figured out I had ruined her for life, we crept out of the theater. I was mortified.
Maybe this is why they don’t let us foster in our state…

By: Bree

Bree — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:15:09 +0000

Ah the holiday season and its sugar-fueled poor parenting choices. Our most recent one: treating our kiddo to sarcasm beyond her ability to comprehend.

In a misguided attempt to get a super-cute Santa photo, we took her to the local Santa breakfast. While she enjoyed the food, she was not going anywhere near the big guy. Since we’d already paid the big $2 for the polaroid, M and I sat on Santa’s lap sans-Kiddo.

As we were buckling her into the carseat, she asked for a candy cane, the ones that Santa was handing out. “Too bad,” M says, “you didn’t get one because you didn’t sit with Santa.” “Yeah,” I misguidedly chime in, “sucks to be you.”

Who AM I? I can’t believe I just said that to my kid.

As this is dawning on me, I turn around to see her in that horrible pre-cry stage. Her cheeks are turning red, her eyes are squinted up, her tounge is starting to quiver… Wow, we suck. Especially me.

I tried to fix it by taking her back in, getting a candy cane from Santa, and letting her eat the whole thing in the car. I think she’s recovered from the trauma, but I haven’t yet.