1) I play chase with Q before bed
People say if you want your child to go to sleep easily, you should not encourage hyperactivity in the hours pending bedtime. In my world, Q falls asleep around 8pm each evening. On a good day, I am home from work around 6pm, which means I have 1.5 hours before his bedtime routine begins. Q smiles and laughs when he sees me and after five minutes of being home he starts running around (usually at me or away from me, beginning the game of cat and mouse).
If he wants me to run around the living room with him, then that’s exactly what I am going to do. That’s our quality time. All electronics are off. We are laughing together. To me, this is exactly what I should be doing before bedtime.
2) I laugh when Q breaks the rules
No, I don’t want to encourage bad behavior. But I’m only human…and my son is funny! For the most part, it’s Q trying to play his dad’s guitar. He makes eye contact, a smile grows across his sweet face and he touches the strings gently. I attempt to hide my laugh, and Q giggles at himself as runs away. Smart boy.
3) I’m the picky one when it comes to food
I don’t believe there is anything wrong with deciding what a child will eat (Q is currently being raised pescatarian), but I may take it to an extreme. I hand-make his food, organize it into little containers daily, and write instructions for the loving people who take care of Q while my husband and I work. So far, so good. But I am well aware that I may panic if he gets off schedule. BREATHE, I tell myself.
4) He’s better dressed
My husband told me last weekend that it’s like Q is my own baby doll that I enjoy dressing. Umm, have you SEEN baby outfits lately? They’re adorable! The problem with this is that I spend significantly less time planning my outfit for the day than I do Q’s.
5) I Google things.
Google is a wonderful, but dangerous thing. I don’t Google all the time, and I discourage my clients from doing it at all. I need to know all about vaccines? Google. Is he sleeping enough? Google. Is this postpartum or my new normal? Google. Am I doing this right? Is there a better way? Google. I can’t believe I am admitting this, but I have even Googled images of diaper rash (I am a therapist with a focus on childhood trauma. I was terrified it was something else!)
I have a love/hate relationship with Google. I put enough pressure on myself to do it all and do it well, and Google does not help that. But I do it anyway.
And it’s okay if you do it, too.