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It seems inevitable

Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.

It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.

I don’t like it. Maybe the zen [...]

Invitations, Not Resolutions

Welcome to the January Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting
resolutions!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how we want to parent differently — or the same — in the New Year. Please read to the end to [...]

One foot, alone

I don’t have very good balance. I sprained my ankles a lot as a kid, and now (consequence? cause?) I cannot stand well or long on one foot without falling over. I do just fine with both feet under me, or trading feet rapidly when walking or running. I’m not constantly falling over. But ask [...]

WFPP Guest Post: My Kid Loves a Kyriarch

The Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer has been honored with the following contribution from Ruth, who blogs at Look Left of the Pleiades and the group blog Mothers for Women’s Lib.

In this piece, Ruth discusses her experience raising a child with a white cis man who hasn’t explored his privileges and doesn’t wish to, who actively perpetuates [...]

How I spent Earth Day

Earth Day. Such a fabulous idea. I’m all about environmentalism, and doing things easier on the earth: breastfeeding, cloth diapering and elimination communication, dressing in hand-me-downs, choosing and growing organic foods, buying local, owning one small car and keeping it up, recycling, crocheting with plarn, washing with baking soda and vinegar (including [...]

Five minutes of self care

Five minutes of self care, every day.

This is my homework.

Don’t laugh; it says so, right there, bottom third of the weekly report page for Massage Lower:
Five minutes of self care

Sunday:
Monday:
Tuesday:
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Friday:
Saturday:

This really shouldn’t be hard, should it? Five minutes. Every day. That’s all. Five minutes is nothing. It takes the Boychick [...]

We are not bad moms

(Inspired by an off-hand comment from a friend of mine, but applicable to pretty much every mom I’ve ever met. Very, very few of the dads, though. And no, that is not a coincidence.)

Allowing, or even encouraging, your toddler to watch TV does not make you a bad mom (or mum).

Using disposable diapers/nappies, [...]

This is not the post I thought I was going to write

I thought I was going to sit down and write out at least a part of the post that I lost, because there were a lot of things in there I wanted to say, worth trying to say again. I thought I was going to be able to sit down and write, finally, just [...]

The ways I make my child cry

I drive away to class while he’s begging for me to take him in my arms and stay with him.

I hold him down while he screams so someone can torture him with medical adhesive or blood drawing syringes.

I place out of his reach really interesting toys like sharp knives and broken glass.

I make him put [...]

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