PSA: Making Jokes About Parenting Doesn’t Mean We Hate Our Kids

A common misconception that I’ve seen among parenting humor accounts is that the parents who write and share jokes about parenting must hate their kids and be awful parents.

I know this, because I’ve deleted hateful comments on my own memes, and I’ve read through the comments section of other parenting accounts and blog posts where the author’s character and parenting skills have been put under attack.

Although the internet is a cesspool for judgement and harsh critics, a comment such as this one actually left me scratching my head because it was in response to a meme I shared that referenced how most of my fantasies are about doing nothing.

IMG_20190428_160838_612 (1)Not sure how someone deduced that a meme about my lifelong affinity for being a lazy introvert would be the perfect platform to bring up abortions, but uhh, okay. *Delete/ block/ low key hope you step on a Lego/byyeee*

Luckily there’s only a handful of  hateful/preachy/random comments amidst all of the laughing face emojis and positive feedback, but it can be unnerving at times when you’re trying to keep things light and share jokes for others to relate to and laugh at.

I try not to take it personally because I realize that people who are getting mad over a random meme on the internet have their own shit they need to deal with, such as removing the giant stick out of their ass that prevents them from laughing.

Plus I have received so many amazing DM’s from people who have thanked me for creating my page and sharing the realness and laughs of parenthood, so stick that in your twisted panties and sit on it, Carol.

Additionally, I find it completely laughable because some of the jokes that I post online don’t even reflect my lifestyle or situations that have happened to me personally, or they are completely exaggerated for entertainment sake. (Ie: JOKES. Those things that aim to make people laugh. Yo Brenda, look it up when you’re done talking about abortions on people’s memes.)

Sometimes I’ll find a ridiculously hilarious picture online and just create a hypothetical situation that goes with the image to make it funnier.

To put it into perspective, I often joke about McDonald’s and chicken nuggets, but I’ve been a vegetarian pretty much since birth and I have never eaten a Big Mac in my life. *insert horrified face emoji here because I’m sure that’s the expression that most of you are rocking right now.*

I do low key obsess over McDonald’s ice cream and fountain pop though, and I’m currently counting down until dollar drink days hit for the summer. Get that 1 dollar carbonated poison in my belly all summa long, baybeee. My kids love the nugs, but we try to limit McDonalds trips to every other day and twice on Sundays. That was a joke btw, if you caught it you pass on to the next round. Ding ding ding.

I joke about PTA meetings but I’ve never been to one. I make memes based on The Office and have never seen the GD show. (Don’t unfollow; it’s not personal, I just don’t watch much in the way of shows, but I’m trying harder. Literally just got Netflix this year and omg I’ve said too much and you’re leaving now, I’m sorry, please come back.)

I don’t drink wine or coffee and I don’t have a Target in my country, (realizing I’m not winning you back over here, bare with me) but my jokes center around popular culture because I know that some of my geeky, isolated or Canadian ways aren’t relatable to the general public.

I will say that I’m completely honest when it comes to being awkward, anxious, introverted, a shitty cook, a binge eater of chocolate, a hot mess, a lone vagine in a house of peen and pretty much everything else you see on my page.

So no, I’m not going to take it to heart when strangers come onto my profile that consists of 99.9% jokes, zero pictures of my kids and maybe 2 pictures of myself, and judge my entire life based on a meme, and if you share memes, you shouldn’t feel bad either!

But I do think that too often people praise the accounts that appear to showcase parenthood in a positive rainbows and sunshine type of way, and condemn those who make jokes about parenting and talk candidly about the realities of raising kids.

Truthfully, I could just as easily capture perfect, magazine-worthy moments of motherhood and post those online to showcase that I’m a loving mother who is worthy of praise, but that wouldn’t be the entire picture, nor would it feel authentic for me.  After all, Instagram is just a lens through which people view a single manipulated image and not the whole picture.

And admittedly, I’m also guilty of not sharing the entire picture of parenthood by primarily focusing on the humorous and challenging side of it.

The whole picture is this: I love my kids with every fiber of my being and I can wholeheartedly say that they are the best thing to ever happen to me. Before they were born, I truly did not know what unconditional love was, and I felt it the moment I laid eyes on my children.  (I didn’t even puke saying something that cheesy, that’s how much I love my mf’ing kids.) They are amazing little humans and it’s a literal joy watching them grow. Hashtag blessed, okay?

That being said, parenting is HARD. It’s beautiful and messy and chaotic and emotional and real. Some days I take my kids on fun adventures using our imaginations or by travelling to different beaches, splash pads, museums and engaging in new activities. Some days we cuddle for hours, read books, have impromptu dance parties and eat healthy, organic food.

Other days we order shitty take out 2 days in a row (maybe more, because f*ckkk cooking) and spend too much time in front of the TV watching that God awful Ryan’s World show, or I yell until I feel like an unhinged crazy person that needs to hide from my kids in my bedroom so I can binge eat chocolate and cry in the fetal position.

As most people know, motherhood will test you, it will reveal every single shitty quality and quirk about yourself and inspire (force) you to grow and change.

And while you’re learning and growing every day, and when you’re feeling overwhelmed and alone in your struggles, sometimes a relatable meme and a laugh are all you need to turn your day around and remind you that we’re all occasionally drowning in this shitshow that is raising humans together. 

Humor has gotten me through some of the toughest patches of my life, and by sharing my love for jokes and laughter with my followers, not only is it my own free therapy and occasional cry for help, (spoiler alert: no one is hearing my cries so I just keep writing more memes for youuuu, hazaaahh!) but at the end of the day I am also hoping to help people feel less isolated while we trudge through these often murky and unknown trenches of motherhood together.

The bottom line: online images and personas shouldn’t be associated with a person’s actual worth and identity and are rarely a true representation of their parenting skills or love for their children. Sounds like common sense but I have a plethora of comments from strangers that prove there’s an unsettling number of people who think otherwise.

There might be perfect moments in parenting, but there are no perfect parents or perfect children, and if you can laugh through all of the challenging parts, you’re probably releasing all sorts of endorphins and other calming hormones that Brenda the angry commenter still has stuffed up her ass.

I’m Completely Comfortable Being a Lone Vagine in a House of Peen, Here’s Why

“Wow, 3 boys! Are you trying for a girl now?”

“I bet you wish you had a daughter to do girly things with.”

“Aren’t you going crazy in a house full of boys?”

These are just a few of the comments that I am often faced with when people learn that I’m a mom of 3 boys.  And in case you are wondering, the answers to those questions respectively are: no, not really, and hell to the yes I am going crazy in a house full of boys, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Not just in the cliché sense of the phrase, I mean I truly believe that the universe gave me what I needed, and knew that I’d be a better fit as a boy mom.

That’s not to say that I wouldn’t have loved and appreciated a daughter just the same; I’m not a monster who would reject my baby based on her genitalia. Aside from the fact that genitalia doesn’t always contribute to what society deems as boy or girl qualities, but
for the sake of this article being a light-hearted satire piece, we WILL be discussing certain gender related roles & characteristics as they relate to my life.

The truth is, I’m fine with this fart frat house of poop and dirt, I really am. I mean I could do without all the broken shit, the daredevil death defying stunts and I’d prefer if people in this house didn’t use my decorative towels to wash their balls, but overall, dudes are my people.  Here’s why:

1.  Although I may appear to be a girly-girl and know my way around a Sephora, I’ve been told that my personality is dude-like, and I’m not sure exactly what that means but I guess I’m just waiting for my honorary penis to show up in the mail any day now? Just kidding, I’m actually so tired of looking at penises.

2. Growing up, I always had a lot of dude BFF’s in addition to gal pals, because my dude friends were ridiculous and not afraid to swear, fart and make fun of themselves. I was an active participant in their antics where other young girls at the time were often annoyed or disgusted. (Side note: By adulthood I found more foul-mouthed, funny, like-minded ladies who I love and adore.)

With my dude friends, the laughs were non-stop, the judgement was nil, the drama was non existent and I’m pretty sure they just accepted me as one of their own. Things only got weird when they realized I couldn’t pee standing up and that I wore a bra.

3. I’m totally fine with being the only Queen in this house, unless one of my sons ends up becoming a Drag Performer, in which case I’ll then have someone to turn to for hair,  makeup and fashion advice, so it’s a win-win really.

4. I am no stranger to fart jokes, poop jokes and potty humor.  In fact, I’m a contributor and encourager of said jokes as long as my kids don’t bring them to school and tell their teacher that they learned them from their mama.

(I totally want the credit but I’m not interested in the inevitable phone call home because “Yes Mrs. Stewart, I know it’s inappropriate that my son farted into his lunch box and said ‘boy, this lunch stinks!’ but seriously, how funny is my kid, amirite?” isn’t the response they’re going to be looking for.)

5.  Once upon a time I was a teenage girl and if I had to relive that with a daughter, I’m pretty sure neither of us would survive because HOLY F*CKING HORMONES AND HOE’ING. (Yes I know not all girls are hormonal hoes, but I was, so I wouldn’t expect anything less from my actual spawn.)

6.  Boys usually love their moms no matter how batshit crazy they are, and I’m sure once I’m in menopause I’ll be even more bat shit crazy than I am now, so I’ll need a few kids that will be mostly oblivious to my antics and that won’t commit me when I get a nose ring and pink hair at 65 and decide to move to a tropical island.

(I’ve literally always wanted pink hair and a nose ring and to live on an island, so I’m assuming I’ll choose my 60’s to finally rock that YOLO kind of confidence.)

7. If I had a daughter I’d really have to work on being a better person and an appropriate female role model and ain’t nobody got time for that. My boys just accept me for the piece of shit that I am, and they also won’t tell me when my hair sucks or my outfit is weird. (For now anyways.)  Okay those were all jokes, don’t throw eggs at me. *ducks*

8. I’m assuming that when my sons are a bit older, they’ll appreciate that their mother often has the sense of humor of a pre-pubescent boy? No? Probably not? They’ll find it too hard?

That’s what she said. Ba dom bom ching!

 

 

35 Memes That Will Make you Feel Better About Being a Hot Mess

Bein’ a hot mess ain’t easy but it sure is common.

In fact, it’s one of the most popular topics in the parenting meme-iverse and recognized as the international symbol of acceptance among many parenting communities. Solidarity sister, we are in this sh*tshow together.

Check out these memes if you want to feel better about walking around all day with a chili stain on your crotch or accidentally sending a sext to your kid’s teacher. We gotchu, fam.

 
1.

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There’s nothing more versatile than the coveted baby wipe; you can use it for counters, asses and faces. (Just not in that order.)
Via @accidentalsupermom 

 

2.

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I’m not lying when I say that dishes are the worst. I’m also not lying when I say the Skip The Dishes app is my new best friend.
Via @fakeadultmom 
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Ahh cereal, a dinner time staple. Can I interest you in Le Chocolat De Count or Crème de la Cheerios?
Via @draggingfeeties

 

4.

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I mean, I’m not going to do anything about it other than find a new excuse for my hot mess couture, but…..
Via @mom.wine.repeat

 

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From pregnancy glow to aww hell no.  You might not even see it coming but after a few years of being a SAHM, there’s a trainwreck leaving the station and you’ll be on it.
Via @macaroniandmomjeans

 

6.

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Luckily for us hot mess moms,  camera filters have come a long way over the years and we can now easily hide those eye bags and chin hairs with a flip of a switch. Just don’t forget to flip that switch, because no one needs to know how hairy and sleep deprived we really are.
Via @momtransparenting

7.

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It’s complicated, don’t ask questions.
Via @askatewouldhaveit

 

8.
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Spoiler alert: Still a hot mess, but a hot mess with amazing hair.
Via @macaroniandmomjeans

9.

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Surely this is a conspiracy, right? My Snapchat filters have led me to believe that I’m supposed to have butterflies floating around my head, giant eyes and glowing skin at all times. So who’s that swamp donkey in the security camera? I demand answers!
Via @unicornmoms

 

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I slipped into something a little more comfortable for you, I know how much you love Crocs and ripped sweatpants. Now get over here and run your fingers through my greasy hair before I’m not in the mood again.
Via @mommymemest

 

11.

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ICEBERG STRAIGHT AHEAD!! We’re all gonna dieeeee.
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12.

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You know what Susan, my kid is trying to take a dump behind that tree and I gotta bounce.
Via @itsmommyhour

 

13.

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You might be a hot mess if this is a recurring fear you have every time you’re out in public now.
Via @snarkybreeders

 

14.

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Where do I sign up because this is literally the only type of mom meetup I’d be on board for. I’ll bring the donuts and vodka.
Via @motherhaggard

 

15.

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TRYING is the key word here. Spoiler alert: I don’t.
Via @alyceoneword

 

16.

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THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! SEND BACKUP! And can you stop and grab me a latte from Starbucks when you’re on the way here? My caffeine levels are dropping rapidly and I may need an IV.
Via @stonecolddaddy

 

17.

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Friends don’t let friends feel bad about how clutter-filled and messy their house is. They just push some crap out of the way to make a path to the wine.
Via @momcomnyc
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If you haven’t though about handing your kids off to strangers at least once, are you even a hot mess who is desperate for a break?
Via @bombingatmomming

19.

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It brings a tear to my eye *Sniffle*
Via @fromthebottomofmypurse

 
20.

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Mommy needs a LOT more beauty sleep okay, kids? Wake me up if anyone is bleeding or the house is on fire.
Via @motherplaylist

 

21.

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About to lose it in 3, 2, 1……
Via @momof1anddone

 

22.

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You mean 10 as in 10 thousand, right? *gulp*
Via @onefunnymummy

 

23.

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And that’s on a GOOD day to be honest.
Via @paigekellerman

 

24.

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The good news is that you can shove all your dresses into the back of your closet along with your razor.
Via @salty_mermaid_entertainment

 

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I don’t care where we go or how bad my hair looks as long as there are no kids and lots of alcohol.
Via @alyceoneword

 

26.

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Wait, what are these real pants you speak of???!
Via @modernmomprobs 

 

27.

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I mean, it’s basically the same. Except way less f*cks and a lot more caffeine.
Via @modernmomprobs

 

28.

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I paid $50 for this shit, it better make me look like Beyoncé within the next hour.
Via @justlikeatvmom

 

29.

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Actually I can and I will. And if you have any more thoughts about this, tomorrow I’ll wear my robe and slippers too.
Via @reneecharytan

 

30.

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Mysterious and interesting, yes, that sounds so much nicer than shit show hot mess.
Via @wheretheeffismyhandbook

 

31.

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This is basically my mantra. Holla.
Via @lifeattiffanys

 

32.

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Make it a Venti Grande Tall Extra Large with 2 shots of new life who dis?
Via @fakeadultmom
33.

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Are there people who don’t do this? Teach me your sorcery.
Via @housewife_plus

 

34.

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All this junk is just adding a natural rustic touch to the wood grain, so who’s the real winner here?
Via @marriageandmartinis

 

35.

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The lady on the right looks like a hell of a lot more fun anyways. Just sayin.
Via @healthylivingforhotmesses

35 Memes that Explain What Self-Care Looks Like as a Parent

If you’ve ever fantasized about doing absolutely nothing at all for an extended period of time, you might be a parent who is in desperate need of some me time. Let’s face it, the words parenting and self-care go together like kids and a clean house. Or DJ Khaled and not saying his name in every song he mixes. What I’m trying to say is, they don’t go together, at least not naturally.

We went over unconventional methods of self-care in my previous post The Desperate Mom’s Guide to Self-Care, and today I’m hitting you up with a barrage of memes that spell out what self-care (or lack thereof) looks like as a parent.  It’s a popular topic in the parenting community because WHO THE HECK ACTUALLY HAS TIME FOR THIS??

  1. Maybe lavender would be more calming if you were hiding from your kids in a lavender field for a week. Or you could try this:
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Via @kristinakuzmic

 
2. Self-care as a parent is best when setting the bar low, and then lowering it more, and then throwing the bar away all together and hoping for a miracle.

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Via @Macgyveringmom22

 

3.  Even though you might not have time for self-care or sitting in a chair, you might have time to fantasize about it often, which is basically the same thing, right?

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Via @themomatlaw

 

4.  If online shopping, binge watching Netflix and inappropriate humor are wrong, I don’t want to be right.  And if this list isn’t self-care as a parent, I don’t know what is.

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Via @mommyowl

 

5.  Night time me is so ambitious; morning me is more realistic.

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Via @mommycusses

6.  Some may call this an unhealthy coping mechanism, but you don’t need to hear that kind of negativity in your life, it’s self-care.

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Via @oldkidsbooks and @neverendingmommy

7.   The best plans are no plans. Because sitting in your bed by yourself is self-care.

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Via @fakeadultmom

 

8.  I’d hang out in a manure farm if it meant I got to be alone for an hour. Okay maybe not a manure farm, but you get my drift.

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Via @goldfishandchickennuggets
9.  I pay $30 a month to have the occasional uninterrupted shower and I’m not mad about it.

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Via @lessonsfromtheminivan

 

10.  Self-care is what the Doctor ordered, too bad he didn’t have a script for it.

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Via @macaroniandmomjeans

 

11.  I prefer my pizza in my belly but this self-care aromatherapy bath looks (and probably smells) like heaven.

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Via @vegansmoothiemama

 

 

12.  When you’re a parent, anything can be self-care if you really believe in yourself.
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Via @lifeattiffanys

 

13.  When you get one self care appointment for the year, you need the all inclusive package.

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Via @humorandwine

 

14.  Sure yoga is cool, but have you tried a tranquilizer?

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Via @mimosaswithmoms
15.   Tropical getaways have a new definition when you’re a parent.

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Via @accidentalsupermom

 


16.   I’m not saying luxuries change after kids, but actually I am saying luxuries change after kids.

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Via @silkymamas

 

17. &18.   Whether you booze and meditate or booze and rage, I’m not judging your self-care routine.

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Via @mom.wine.repeat and @macaroniandmomjeans

 

19.  I don’t care, burn the house down, I’ll make s’mores.

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Via @realramblinma
20.  It’s only rock bottom if you’re parked at the edge of a cliff, you’re good boo.

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Via @macaroniandmomjeans

 

21.  CRAP.  See also: WORTH IT

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Via @howtobeadad

 

22.   Parenting: if you want uninterrupted self-care, you might want to try an induced coma.

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Via @mommymemest

 

23.   I think this is actually the definition of self-care in the Webster’s dictionary.

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Via @housewifeplus

 

24.  Why not take advantage of those first few months when your baby is a potato and bring them along for Botox appointments.

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Via @alrightmom

 

25.   If you’re taking notes, there’s a lot of hiding and very little seeking in the parent self-care game.

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Via @realtoughdad

 

26.  Them: tell me your wildest fantasy
Me:

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Via @mamasdoody

 

27.   Spoiler alert: you don’t get to relax
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Via @momtransparenting
28.   So many mythical creatures, so little time.

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via @mommyneedsamarg

 

29.  Take my money! WHERE DO WE SIGN UP FOR THIS?

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via @mommywinetime

 

30.   Lonely? Nah, this sounds like the definition of heaven.

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Via @katiebinghamsmith and @fromthebottomofmypurse

 

31.   Take notes: these are the real MVP’s when it comes to gifts for a mom.

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Via @askatewouldhaveit

 

32.  Parenting: where you’re willing to lose your limbs for a few minutes of alone time.

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Via @thenewstepford

 

33.  Speaking of hiding in the bathroom, did you bring snacks?

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Via @mommyneedsalife

 

34.  Not everyone can afford a hotel, stop judging me Carol.

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Via @paigekellerman_writer

 

35.  Funny you mention it, I’m writing this blog post in this exact scenario. *fist bump*

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Via @marriageandmartinis

Why Medicating Our Son’s ADHD May Have Saved His Life

Two years ago, after a particularly difficult and frightening summer for our family, we received the ADHD diagnosis for our oldest child and made the decision to medicate. I believe it has saved his life, for many reasons, some that I won’t divulge here because he is now older and I feel that some things should be kept private, but it was a very intense two years and a long road leading up to the diagnosis and our eventual decision to medicate.

In short, there were calls home from the school, slipping grades, aggression in the school yard and turmoil at home that made things unsafe for our family. He has always been a smart child and an amazing athlete, but the symptoms of ADHD were hindering his abilities, affecting his well being and the well being of our family.

I wrote the following on the first day of giving my son medication in August of 2017:

Today was the first harmonious day we have experienced in our home in well over a year and I feel like crying tears of joy right now. I’ve been crying a lot lately, mostly tears of helplessness because I haven’t been able to find a way to help my oldest son and we have all been feeling like we are drowning.

Today my son said to me, “I feel like a new me” and my heart nearly burst with joy. He said he felt calm, that he didn’t feel angry, and for the first time in a long time, we saw the boy we knew was deep down inside of him. Today he was happy, agreeable, easy going and helpful. He showed gratitude and patience, and was able to respond to situations in a manner that was appropriate to the situation. He felt good, and it showed. 

Today our house was quieter, calmer, there were no meltdowns, tantrums, threats or fights. Today for the first time in over a year, our oldest son didn’t antagonize his younger siblings or call us names, he didn’t fight, act out, ignore us and bounce off the walls crying out that he hates his brain and wishes he was a “normal’ kid. A truly heartbreaking thing for a parent to hear. 

I didn’t feel like a terrible parent for not being able to “control” his behaviours or calm him with love and attention. I didn’t cry at night, wondering how I would wake up another day feeling helpless to his struggles and the heartbreaking things he said and did during an emotionally charged outburst. Today I didn’t lose my cool out of frustration or beat myself up thinking how I could have handled things better. I didn’t feel like a terrible mother. 

Today we started medication for ADHD and we felt like we gave our son his life back.

I will admit that I used to view ADHD in the way that television or movies portrayed it; as hyperactivity and a lack of focus, but that’s only a small portion of the challenges people with ADHD face. They may also struggle with impulses, emotional regulation, aggression, concentration, organization, and extreme difficulties accomplishing regular tasks of every day life.

The opinions of others made me feel like we had given up by medicating our son, but in reality if we hadn’t stepped in, I feared the worst for him. The truth is, unless you are living in someone’s home, experiencing their lives firsthand and walking in their shoes, you wouldn’t know what is best for their family or their child.

So although I know I will have to deal with the occasional comments and criticisms or skeptical looks from outsiders when they hear about medication or ADHD, I know what science says, I know what my experiences say and I know what my heart says. 

I realized that there was no amount of love, activity, diet change, positive parenting class or essential oil that could have changed things for our son, because ADHD starts inside a person’s brain. Without getting into the science behind it, their brains are different, they are lacking certain chemicals and it affects their mental health and wellness. 

Although we realize medication is most useful in conjunction with therapy and positive parenting, and that medication is only the beginning of our journey, we feel it is a necessary step to help improve our son’s quality of life and to realize his true potential. To calm the negative thoughts and turmoil in his mind so he can see through the fog and know how amazing he really is. 

There are many people in our family who struggle with ADHD, and some of them are adults, so although some argue that it is overdiagnosed in children, contrary to outdated mentality, it is NOT a made up illness. ADHD is a brain disorder, not a behavior problem or a result of bad parenting.

I know this, because today I saw the symptoms of ADHD lifted from my child and when the smoke cleared, a happier, healthier 7 year old re-emerged.

Today was a good day.

 

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