Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts

May 15, 2012

Am I mom enough?


Attachment parenting is not for everyone.  It wasn't for me.  When Emilu had trouble sleeping (constantly waking up during the night) I didn't allow her to cry, but I also didn't allow her to sleep the night in our bed, and co-sleeping is one of the tenets of attachment parenting.  Lately, however, I have grown more relaxed with allowing her to crash in our bed in the wee hours of the morning, from around 4 a.m. When I first saw the May 21st Time Magazine cover article on this very topic, I knew people would get hung up on the misconceptions, but I also understood why many  readers would think this "extreme parenting" style as excessive.

I'm half way in agreement with attachment parenting to the extent that I would never let my child cry out for any reason, much less for sleep training purposes.  I was rather surprised that our own Pediatrician would recommend this as early as 4 months, citing a myriad of reasons for it. I just ignored him. I also agree that organic and local foods (a priority in our household) should be baby's food. I breastfed my daughter until 10 months old, but I also stopped feeding her at night, because in my opinion a baby that's around 8 months old and is eating solids doesn't need food around the clock.  I established a schedule around this time that will go on to become a foundation of healthy eating habits for the rest of her life.  I babywore my daughter and sometimes still do around the house, but I also push a stroller everywhere and feel that this is the best way to be on the go.  And finally, cloth diapering was the best decision I've ever done.

When I read Time's Extended breastfeeding, I realized that I had unknowingly being following some of the propositions of attachment parenting, and that's when it hit me. Up until the other day, I had to use the bathroom or cook a meal with my daughter in arms, yet I don't consider myself an attachment parent.  This is what mothers do. All over the world. This obsessive need of categorizing and naming every little parenting method when raising our kids is becoming a corrosive ticking time bomb that will only, and ultimately hurt our society.

Is this about extreme parenting or more about our bruised egos?  A need for recognition and important titles for our maternal efforts in lieu of intellectual, social or professional rewards?  An attachment parent is most likely to be at home raising kids and so busy and attached to their offspring that it would be difficult for them to fill their intellectual and professional vessel -at least for a few years- which ultimately leads to a quest for valid psychological and social recognition for their way of parenting.   Surely when my mother raised us, extreme parenting wasn't even a word in their vocabulary.  Same when she was raised. There may not be a simple answer for this, but we may be becoming more and more obsessed with every detail, every milestone in our kids' lives.  My daughter is only one year old, and I'm becoming saturated with all the literature out there about the type of parent I should be at every stage.  I stopped reading when my daughter was born.  Partially because I didn't have the time,but also because I had a built-in instinct I was eager to use.  So what if your kid is overweight and you decide to put her on a diet? You are the parent, you should be able to do this! And what if you decide early on to home school or extend breast-feeding or allow TV (Emilu loves her CBeebies) or go non-organic. You are the parent!

I seem to recall how a few months ago, there was a buzz around the blogosphere about French style parenting. We were impressed by how French kids were well behaved and well-mannered, and how French mothers kept their womanhood and glamour intact.  Now that's what I would call the opposite of attachment parenting. Who has time for nail appointments and shopping? French women do. Are the French bad parents too?  Three months ago we were praising their techniques, now we strike them as inferior?

Are we not good enough parents, or worst yet, bad parents?  If there’s a problem in parenting today, perhaps it’s the pressure so many parents feel to be perfect (attachment parenting? French style?) and to find the right formula. But there is no perfect formula for parenting, only principles that can help guide the way. Ultimately there should be enough common sense to say that what's right for your family is the best parenting you can do.Can't we just relax and enjoy parenting, without feeling inferior or superior to other people or is it something that’s simply bound to be full of angst and pressure?

March 22, 2012

Under a spell: Downton Abbey

Throughout my life, there's always been some degree of obsessiveness, and I've managed to keep it under wraps or, at least, out of plain sight.  However, there are moments when gloom threatens to override everything and all you want to do is comfort yourself with that, which brings you joy. And that for me, right now, is Downton Abbey.

My mother left us last week, after a breezy stay and I introduced her to the British series. The last episodes were watched late at night, sprawled under the covers with the lights off.  Now that she's gone and I'm missing her dearly -something that can only be understood by the special close bond we share with each other, and explained when the tight ropes of new motherhood seem to be overwhelming- I been under a spell.

I have watched the last episode, the Christmas special over and over again.  The war is finally over, there's a sense of normalcy and a desire to start anew. Each scene is like a forbidden elixir that can only be enjoyed by watching more of it. I can't helped but be saddened by Mr. Bates' fate, and uplifted by Daisy's new found family ties.  It's comforting to encounter Sir Anthony Strallan once more in Edith's path.  And how about that Wintery tablescape from the shoot's luncheon.  I pinned it immediately! And finally, what we all have been waiting for:  The coming together of Matthew and Mary under Lavinia's blessing, for course.

But really, it's much more than that. I've come to love the house and its people, and can't stop thinking about the mechanics and sentiments of that prescribed lifestyle.  What fates does lady Grantham dreams for her daughters?  What real yearning does O'Brien harbor?  What happens to Ethel and her boy?  Where do all those hunting dogs live?  Will Thomas' cowardly ways ever resurface?  I'm obsessed with the upstairs and downstairs, and if it wasn't for everyday commitments, I would be adrift with my own obsession.  Luckily, I can only dream of this.

The bells are ringing now and the Servant's Ball is about to commence.  Lord Grantham and Matthew whiskey up for the event.  This is where it gets teary for me.  The upstairs and downstairs come together to dance and to welcome the new year.  Some things remain unturned, while others get shaken up, and as long as there's hope, all will be fine in their eyes.  I bid farewell to Carson, Anna and Mrs. Hughes; send my good wishes to Edith and Mary, and of course, Sybil; my prayers to Mr. Bates and William's father, a friendly wink at Daisy and Mrs. Pathmore.  And lastly, a very warm embrace to Lord Grantham for keeping it together no matter what life throws at him.  It's time for the obsession to become a life lesson, for every character's lifeline is a lesson in disguise.




{Images via Hello Magazine}