One of my “bestests” (who invents these dreadful new slang terms???) published an amusing post on the Jacksonville Moms Blog, “Our Parents Were Nuts” http://www.jaxmomsblog.com/babies/parents-nuts/ , with the byline underneath stating, Coke, Cigarettes and Booze. My Take on Parenting in the ’70s and ’80s vs. Today. (Perfect timing, by the way. After my post last week about our girl Sparky, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I heard the distinctive whine with a titch of southern twang, “Mean Geeeeeene, when are you going to write about meeeeeeee?”)
Jamie is an accomplished freelance journalist, published in the Washington Post and other tony and reputable reading sources. Yet, I must declare, my favorite musings by her are similar to the one she authored above that she publishes on her blog, http://jamierich.me. Cut me a break, did you really think I would be able to properly digest her articles on British taxation on foreigners blah-blippity-blah-blah? Snoozefest.
So, do you want to instantly feel better about your nurturative style? No matter how subpar your parenting is, it can’t be nearly as horrid as … YOUR PARENT’S! Remember cigarette smoking? My kids have never even SEEN someone smoke a cigarette. Yet, in my grandfather’s beige Buick, I remember sitting in the front seat BENCH as a little girl, pigtail braids whipping in the wind, sans a seatbelt, and having the special priveledge of lighting his unflitered Pall Malls (whilst he was driving, none-the- less) with the car’s built in cigarette lighter. Awesome.
For further reminiscing moments…check out Jamie’s post.