When I was maybe 9 years old, I remember sitting in the car with my mom at a stop light in the town we lived in at the time. She saw some guy with a green mohawk, possibly piercings, baggy pants and a wide step, walking down the side walk.
Im a people watcher, so naturally I was just watching him and the rest of town go about their day.
Then my mom saw me looking out my window and had said “Those kinds of guys are probably gay”.
I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said, “How would you know?”.
With her nose in the air while gently nodding to herself, she said, “Its the walk, I can tell. Its something you just know”.
And that right there ladies and gentlemen, is not only part of what I was raised with, but also what I have to put up with till this day. This trait follows on both sides of my family.
So I’m here to actually acknowledge it. Not just ignore it or pretend that’s not the case. And maybe to embrace it in some of the best and worst ways.
In case you’re wondering,
Yes, I am a mom.
A mom of one amazingly smart, fast, adorable, and loving toddler that is almost two.
I am also a wife of a loyal, hardworking, adoring and definetly handsome husband.
I am a full time working mom; A liscenced machinist actually. And fond of many trades. I am a tomboy at heart , but don’t always look like one in public thanks to my mom making sure I don’t get perceived as a member of the LGBTQ community – jee, thanks mom.
My son is rather advanced. I guess it runs in the family. We might have him tested when he starts public school so he can have the extra attention/help he needs. But right now he is in a Montessori preschool so they just follow his lead and don’t require testing.
He has been advanced since day one.
By 9 months he was walking, by 12 months he was doing his own laundry – I had to help him reach the soap dispenser of course (and it wasnt really just his laundry cause who actually still separates loads these days, com’mon).
At 15 months the doctor wanted to send him to a speech therapist because he wasn’t talking; And he must’ve understood what they meant – because by 20 months (before ever seeing a specialist) he could say over 200 words, understand far more than that, and was piecing together sentences and syllables and letters.
Although I am very proud of him, it does not matter to me if he is ‘extra smart’ or not. So no, I am not just fitting in a spot to brag – because its not a frieking competition despite what SOME OTHERS may think.
We live an Attachment Parent, Montessori lifestyle. And yes: I do think that it is the best way to parent. I think that it should be the norm way to parent, that EVERYONE should AT LEAST know what it even IS.
For a brief, low down on “WTF is Montessori?” click here:
My son also has CMPA – although dont know why they dont just call it MPA because its not just cows milk that causes the issue. And while having to help him, ALL ON MY OWN, because no doctor would take the issue seriously, became one of my first judgments as mom.
“How the living eff could any mom see a child, specifically a baby, in discomfort and not bend over backwards to fix that discomfort but instead say that ‘theyll be fine’, ‘they’ll grow out of it’, ‘he’s just fussy'”.
Ive watched moms continue to keep nursing WITHOUT STOPPING all dairy products in their diet and without switching the baby to dairy free formula because ‘they want to nurse’, but , ‘I cant live without cream in my coffee’. 🙄🙄🙄
But its not OKAY to disapprove of that?