I’ve never been a parent before so I’m running on a combination of what I learned from my own parents, and from my friends who are parents. As a new mother and control freak combined, my vagina and I have been stretched in ways I never thought possible. I’ve never realized so much in my life just now much shit is out of my control.
I can’t finish everything I wanted to get done on my to do list. I can’t stop every asshole who insists on giving me parenting advice on stupid shit I don’t need advice about. I can’t slap idiots in the face for teaching their pre-school daughters to be divas who do sexy duckface kisses before they’re even in kindergarten. I can’t kick every douchebag’s ass for making racists jokes about children, let alone douchebags who use their own kids as the butt of racist jokes.
I personally don’t find it funny when you refer to your own Chinese son as the “Chinese delivery guy” in a photo of him and all his white friends. I find it offensive, and I can’t think of a possible context in which that would be funny. After a year and a half of life with my own child, I understand that some things are out of my control.
What’s in my control is where I’d rather spend my energy. All the things we were wondering “when” Noah would start doing, he’s doing and has been doing. Crawling then walking, and his teeth coming in beautifully in his smile. Noah has been talking a lot too. Made-up baby words, and many real words. In lieu of spending my time fighting assholes and idiots and douchebags, I’ve been making lists. I’m a list lady now. I make lists, and random ones most.
I’ve been making a list and checking it twice, and come up with 35 or so words that Noah uses on daily basis in his speech.
He understands right now 3 different languages, but he speaks mostly Dutch words. He never ceases to amaze me.