I've tried my best since you were a tiny fetus living inside me. Despite my efforts, I keep hearing from other parents that I should be doing things differently. So I thought it appropriate to apologize to you, the one most affected by my lapses in judgment, mistakes and poor decisions.
organic gmo-free gluten-free low-carb sugar-free whatever I wanted while I was pregnant. I had cravings, and I satisfied them.
I gave birth to you
at home in a bathtub in a hospital bed because I thought it was the safest option for both of us.
I breastfed you for
eight months one year two years until you had teeth until you self-weaned two months. I needed to go back to work waitressing so we could pay our bills.
stayed home sent you to grandma’s hired a nanny put you in daycare because we didn’t have the option to live on one income, and I thought it would be good for you to be around other kids.
Your dad and I
fight a lot have affairs are happily married don’t speak are divorced because it was the best way for us both to be happy. We do our very best to raise you together.
We live in the
country suburbs city because it’s most convenient to our jobs, the schools are good, and I like that you get to know all kinds of different people.
have lots of siblings have one sibling are an only child because I didn't have any other babies. Not all families look the same or have the same number of people, and that's working just fine for us so far.
homeschooled private-schooled enrolled in public school because you like it and your teachers are pretty great.
So I hope
you’ll accept this apology you can see that I’m doing my very best to give you a great life. Truthfully, that’s what all parents are trying to do (pretty often we don’t have a friggin’ clue what we’re doing!). Sometimes as parents we need to relearn the things we teach our kids – kind of like not judging friends for what they wear, what sports they play, or how good they are at reading. So rather than apologizing for how I'm raising you, this letter gives you permission to yell at me when you hear me judging another parent for how they’re raising their children.