I will not let my 8 year old baby girl go watch “New Moon” with four other 7 and 8 year olds from her class. Apparently I’m crazy opinionated when it comes to vampires and werewolf movies.
I don’t let my 10 year old girl wear make-up to school. What a horrible mother! Clearly every clear skinned, bright eyed, pony tail wearing infant should be covered in foundation, mascara and blue eyeliner before the 5th grade!!
My girls wear underwear purchased from Wal Mart and clothes from anywhere that has them on sale. We buy what fits them, what they are comfortable in, what is appropriate for their age, and that they like. They are fashionable, but I have not succumbed to the “must only dress my children in labels” mentality. You are not what you wear and I refuse to send that message to my daughters.
My girls have….wait, prepare yourselves……chores. Yep. Bad Mommy.
They also have a regular bedtime! Oh the horror of not being able to stay up as late as they want to “like all of their friends”.
They take vitamins. In the shape of cartoons but they do take them.
Eat dinner before dessert (well usually).
Shower under duress, cause I don’t like em smelly.
There are rules and they are respected. Sometimes there is some foot stomping. Could be a daughter, could be a Mama.
They are loved. Fiercely..and I hope they know it.
If this makes me a mean Mommy, then I guess this is my job and I happily accept.
I just know I can’t be the only Mean Mama out there. Can I???