Somewhere along the way I said something about the Coffee Talk section being renamed due to the return of Soper. Took me a while to think of something good. I finally landed on “Mommy Wars.” Not all of the Coffee Talk subjects were mommy or even parenting related and I am sure Mommy Wars will include a few subjects outside of the parenting realm. However, that whole being married to an anthropologist thing kicked in and I started to think about my child, other children and safety.
I recently subscribed to a new mom’s magazine. At this point in life magazines are the most I can read so I gravitate toward them rather than books. Anyway… I received my first copy in the mail last week and was a bit disappointed. I opened it and immediately thought I would cancel the subscription. The first ad was for Baby Gap, the second BMW. This magazine is for the I have too much bloody money and want to flaunt it upon my child mom. This is not me. Remember I am the granola mom. However, between the expensive plaid ads and the articles toting the mom who gets her son off to preschool, has time to play with her twin boys, and surveys her hot and trendy children’s store all while wearing a $2400 Prada dress was an intriguing article. It talked about perception of safety for our children.
I am mostly a ho-hum kinda mom. The boy has kamikazed off the couch more times than I can count on both hands. I let him have a cup of coins that I collected on trips to get him and no I didn’t wash them. People freak out when they see him with various Rubles and Kopeks. “Won’t he put those in his mouth?” Nope. The child rarely puts anything other than food in his mouth. I let him eat
day week old Cheerios off the floor. Hell, I even gave him back the cracker he threw on the grocery store floor. But I don’t really let him jump on the couch, I am careful to seatbelt him into the stroller and every grocery cart. I cut the grapes in 1/2 so he won’t choke. I am anal about outlet covers and he has been known to run around the yard with his bike helmet on even though he abandoned the bike long ago.
I have witnessed other moms get concerned about things such as how much food they can shove in their face, standing too close to the TV and how many layers of clothing the child should be wearing. “Watch where you are walking because you might fall down and cry and then that would be the end of the world because god forbid you ever have to utter anything over a whisper.” Whereas I would say, “you biffed it. Sucks to be you.” and then kiss a boo boo and send him on his way.
Some moms see Cheerios as a snack food and some see them as sugar laden treats of early diabetes and heart disease. Some moms see the organic free range ones as wholesome little nuggets of my child will turn into a perfect adult because I only fed him pure good for you food. Some moms see those same sawdust tasting knock offs as choking hazards because they aren’t designed to dissolve quickly in children’s mouths. To me, Cheerios are simply a snack food that evokes a Pavlovian response with my son.
So your topic of discussion is: As parents are we overly cautious or too complacent in our parenting. What should we be concerned about. Is it ok for little Billy to ride the Tonka truck down the hill or is standing right in front of the TV going to make him blind. Will watching Playhouse Disney turn him into some kind of crazed psycho killer? Where do we draw the line?