Merry post-Christmas, everyone! I hope you all had a great holiday and got to eat some bolusworthy food and your BGs behaved well. I experienced some food guilt, which seems to be subsiding for now. My mind is filled with all things baby right now, especially after seeing family and getting ready to find out what little Ferbie is on Thursday. So I hope you'll indulge me for a few posts (as if this blog hasn't been baby-filled already).
One thing I noticed when I became pregnant is that for as many "Congratulations!" I received, I got just as many "What are you going to do about . . . " inquiries. And the "abouts" ranged anywhere from breastfeeding to attempting natural childbirth to vaccinating. To be honest, I hadn't thought about half of these things before I saw two lines on my bathroom counter. I simply knew that I was pregnant and this child was mine and I was responsible for it, that was about it.
Now that I've had a few months to think about it and get used to this whole parenting idea, I've realized that a lot of that stuff is exactly that . . . stuff. I don't think my kid will care in 20 years if I had an epidural or even a C-section when they were born. I'm pretty sure they're gonna care that they're here. And whether or not I make my own baby food or buy it from a jar, I'm pretty sure they won't care as long as they're fed. My list of things that I care about are extremely short compared to those that "everyone" (you know, the proverbial "everyone" that is really no one) seems to think I should.
The one thing that matters to me more than anything is that my child has a good character. To me character is defined as that choice you make when no one else is looking. Children are a gift from God, so my main job as their mom is to make sure they don't grow up to be heathens. That's what matters most to Trey and me, not whether or not their mom could breastfeed for 3 months, 6 months, or one whole year.
So for every "It's best for your child if . . . " statements, I'll simply nod my head and smile. I'm not going to think I'm any less of a mom if my child has an organic apple or a store bought one. It's a freaking apple! If they say "Thank you" after I hand it to them, that's more important to me than where the apple came from. And I also don't think any less of any mom if they choose to vaccinate, can't breastfeed, or chooses any other method of parenting that they think is best for them. It's not my child; I simply care that they grow up to be somewhat good people who open doors for the elderly and know how to wait their turn (hello, frantic mall shoppers).
This might be a pregnant hormone-fueled post that I might end up regretting later. But I just think someone needs to say this, so it might as well be me. So long as they're dressed and fed and eventually learn to be grateful and love the Lord with all their mind, body, and strength, I could give a rip about everything else.