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Pondering Nurture

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
I've asked myself quite often, "What kind of mom do I want to be?" Having just started I feel as though I have a clean slate from which to begin the relationship with my son. After a particularly hard knock to the head I picked Soren up and kissed his boo-boo. Not just that, I riddled his little face with smacks and filled his ears with high pitched Muppetesqe gibberish that only a mother and child can understand. "You're gonna turn him into a mama's boy," I heard from a spectator loitering in the corner of the room. "No I'm NOT," I replied defensively, "That's what moms are supposed to do!" I think. I mean honestly I don't want to raise a wussy whiner. It's just not becoming of a child to be frightened of everything to the point of paralyses. I've seen it and it's not pretty. I'm 100% about some parenting choices. I tend to uphold the traditional in many ways, like family dinner being mandatory, college education being of utmost priority, and anything but politeness and manners unacceptable. But what else? Do I want to be the "best friend" mom or the "I hold high expectations" mom? The mom who works too much, the one who dotes too much, the one who goes out all the time, the who never sits down, the one who lets herself go, the one who NEVER lets herself go......the question could go on and on. I often put my mind through the mental gymnastics of how I'll handle this situation or that. And how much of it do I really have control over? I mean, I am who I am and he is who he is and that dynamic is going to play out all by itself. As much as I'd like to imagine myself to be like Brie I'll admit I'm more of a Lynette. (Man, am I embarrassingly hooked to that show! You can find out which one you are here.) But still, I can try right?