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I have been fortunate(?) enough to have never received any true nastiness concerning my parenting choices, to my face or on my blog, nothing beyond a few thoughtless, mainly harmless comments here and there. But, perhaps, I have been the victim of snark and stabs behind my back. I imagine so- there are thousands of mamas and millions of ways to parent and not everyone is on the same page. And that is totally okay. It is. Our children would not grow up to be all kind of amazing if we didn't raise them all kind of ways.
But, hey. I'll make it easy on the snark-throwers. I can hand you a list of reasons why I am a miserable failure as a parent. Thanks, Jen at Life With Levi, for the inspiration:
Potty training is breaking my brain. By the time I get PJ using the potty I'll be pissing in my own pants.
I breastfed PJ until he self-weaned at 20 months. And I cried the first, full, non-nursing day. I still miss nursing him- it was an amazing, bonding, powerful experience for me. I totally kept a person alive with my hooters!
PJ is not only circumcised, he's super circ'ed. On his 8 month birthday, he underwent surgery to correct hypospadias, a minor birth defect of the penis in which the urethra does not grow properly. And if we didn't need to pimp his penis, we would have circ'ed him anyway. At his bris. Because I'm Jewish.
And yes, I'm Jewish, and I want my son to share in the cultural experience of my religion, as well as his father's (Catholic). But I don't care if he's religious or belongs to either/or. I do hope he has a faith in a higher power and grows up to be a good, kind person.
Oh, this one isn't exactly my fail, but my husband taught PJ to say "Ba ba booey". It, apparently, is a Howard Stern thing. I'm thinking of teaching PJ to call Adam Levine "Daddy".