Monday, October 13, 2014

Dumb Ideas I Used to Have

Age is a wonderful thing.  With age comes wisdom (generally).  Unfortunately it also brings regret, having to own up to the dumb ideas you once had.  I'm the kind of person who holds pretty tightly to her ideas, so acknowledging they are dumb is quite painful, knowing how hard I held to them in the past.  Need some examples?

Fish pants.  My first big regret about the fish pants is that I wore fish pants.  In seventh grade.  They were a white romper number and had very large tropical fish all over them.  It was during my "I Don't Care What People Think" phase, which we all know is junior high code for "I Don't Want People To Know That I Care What They Think And I Hope They Think I'm Cool Because They Think I Don't Care."  My second big regret about the fish pants is that I don't have a picture of them.  Why don't I have a picture??

Yelling at people for using the word "awesome." My poor first college roommate got the brunt of this one.  (I'm so sorry, Mel!)  My freshman year of college I got on this soapbox that the word awesome should be used only in reference to God, because He is the only One deserving of our awe.  Like most college kids, my classmates used it for everything.  And for whatever reason, I thought it was my purpose in life to point out the error of their ways.  You can probably guess how that went over.

Potty training Pumpkin Pie before the age of 3.  Actually, more like potty training her before she was ready. She was my first, and I succumbed to the peer pressure of moms who love to talk about how their kids were potty trained before two or at 18 months or before the age of one or by three months.  Potty training is such a trial, and those moms do deserve to celebrate, but I should never have pushed my daughter the way I did.  We had quite a few months that I would like to forget, because let's just say I broke every single Do Not rule in how I related to her.  She's fine.  She's a normal first grader and doesn't remember it, for which I am eternally grateful.  But I will always remember it and battle the shame.  My new rule is to not even start potty training until the age of 3, unless they choose to potty train themselves before then.  Honey Pie actually did.  It wasn't without messes, but she initiated at about 2 years 8 months, and the whole process was like night and day compared to the first time.

Boycotting Halloween.  This one is still very raw.  I've had my reasons.  I've made my arguments.  But clearly I have been outvoted on this one.  I'm tired of dealing with the fight and the angst I go through this month every year.  I'm not going to go out of my way to participate, but if my husband wants to do something with my girls, then fine.  If the girls want to dress up at school, then my husband can find something for them to wear.  If the church wants to hand out candy for Jesus, then the girls can reap the benefits.  Whatever.  Congratulations, World.  You win.

I'm sure there are more.

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