My house is not spotless. Our diet is not perfect. My kids watch t.v. - some days a lot of it. My kids learn to read when they do - no Baby Einstein around here. When they don't feel good, I give them synthetic medicine. They have all been vaccinated. I didn't breastfeed. My boys are circumcised. There have been spankings in this house.
This is a short list of things I have at one point or another felt guilty about admitting. But, no more. Here's why:
We don't tell each other to shut-up. Ever. Teasing does not happen in this house. (I'm serious). My three girls (14,12 and 9) love to have "sleep-overs" in each others rooms. My two boys (7 and almost 5) get in trouble almost every night because they stay awake after bedtime playing and laughing together. My 14 year old will still hold my hand in public. All 5 of my children have told me within the last week that they love me. My teenager refers to me as her "comfort person." My girls talk to me about things before seeking the advice of their friends. My youngest boy still wants to marry me when he grows up. We stand up for each other. We believe in each other. We cheer one another on. Our home is a place where we all belong and feel safe.
I think my efforts over the past 14 years have yielded some pretty incredible fruit - I am determined to keep focusing on the majors....