7 Things I Said I’d Never Do As A Parent (Before I Actually Had Kids)

Everyone is a perfect parent with the best intentions, until you actually have kids, and then you realise how bloody stupid you were. I often look back at my idealised version of the mum I’d be; clean and stylish, calm, patient, organic healthy snacks in my changing bag, and I laugh and laugh because clearly that wasn’t going to be the case. I wasn’t like that as an adult pre-kids so I’m not sure why I imagined I’d have a personality overhaul. In reality it’s more like; milky way bars in my handbag, creased T-shirt, cereal on my jeans, patience level dangerously close to zero and already thinking about my post-bedtime wine even though it’s only 10am. So here’s my top seven things I planned not to do as a parent that I quickly did a U-turn on faster than our dear old PM.

  1. Tablets at restaurants (the electronic kind, not talking about medication, alright?)

Screen time gets a bad reputation but it’s so effective at keeping them from causing havoc in a restaurant that I quickly abandoned any pretence I had of keeping them away from screens in public. Now I whip out their Amazon fires the second their tiny bums hit the seats, and you best believe I made sure they were fully charged so I can drink my pint in peace. I do wrestle the rectangular robot babysitters away from their (surprisingly strong) hands when their food arrives, partly because I don’t want chicken nugget grease on them, and partly to give myself some guilt alleviation; they weren’t actually eating with the screens on so it’s fine, right? RIGHT?! As a quick aside, there are some amazing educational, problem solving, and creative games out there; so even though we might receive a withering glance from the boomers at the table opposite – not all screen time is bad. And I guarantee that the table with the judgemental glances would be begging me to switch them back on if I let my kids roam about; they will steal your chips, and they will ask you if you have a “winky dink” or not.

2. Bribery

In an ideal world your children would be behave impeccably with no incentive other then their own innate goodness, and unquestioning obedience, but unfortunately this is not the case. Sometimes a little bribe is needed. For example; they don’t want to leave the park, but maybe there’s a snack in the car. Or they don’t want to eat their broccoli but there’s cheesecake in the fridge for pudding. Or they don’t want to do their homework but there might be a treat on Friday if they try their best all week. Maybe bribery is a bit strong; lets call it incentives instead. Good practice for when they join the workforce, probably.

3. Happy Meals / Takeaways

I’m not a big fan of the golden arches and resisted giving the boys a happy meal for as long as I could, but when they did have one they predictably loved it. It’s alright as a treat; especially if you’re heading home after a day out and it’s already tea time. Frank loves takeaways as much as I do; he once ran so enthusiastically into the kitchen for some fried chicken that he smacked his head on the corner of the kitchen table.

4. Dummies

I had way too many cocktails and had a bit of a rant at my friend about how much I despise dummies recently; but that was ridiculous of me because my eldest did have a dummy for a while, and as parents we just do what we can to get through the day (or night, as is probably the case). I only dislike them because of seeing kids way too old wandering around with them, but again – who am I to judge, it’s not as if my parenting is beyond reproach (as this whole blog post will testify). We said we weren’t going to use a dummy and then we did, for a bit, if only to give my poor nipples a break during the breastfeeding days, and to keep him from screaming in the supermarket when I felt overwhelmed and like I was doing a terrible job. When the dummy started falling out during the night it lost it’s usefulness and they went in the bin. No dummy fairy, no ceremony – just straight in the black bin like a half-eaten fish finger. (Full disclosure – I don’t bin half-eaten fish fingers I eat them, that’s why my diet isn’t going so well. I might edit this bit out later).

5. Shouting

I didn’t want to shout, I still don’t – but I do. The worst thing is that it rarely seems to work; so on top of feeling rubbish about losing my temper, I also usually find myself in a worse position then before the shouting. With the exception of “watch out!” kind of shouts, of course, which do their job well. The rest of the time shouting just makes us all miserable. But in the moment when my reservoir of patience is all dried up and one of them does something infuriating, I can’t seem to help it. It’s usually a sign I’m getting a bit frazzled and need a cup of tea and a few deep breaths, rather than anything the boys have done that’s spectacularly awful. I live in hope that the amount of shouting I’m doing will decrease.

6. Sugar

When Francis was born we kept him away from sugar until well after his first birthday, except for fruit of course. William, being the second child, was well accustomed to chocolate and sweets by age one and enjoyed an entire packet of chocolate buttons after his first year jabs. I’m surprised we lasted so long with Frank, who is now a huge fan of anything sugary. They both are, and they hang around the birthday cake at parties like a couple of hyenas. Sugar is addictive and unhealthy, but it’s basically unavoidable. I just try to limit it and make sure they know it’s a treat. The idea that I could keep them away from sugar for an extended period of time was just unachievable.

7. Lies

When I was an expectant mother I thought I wouldn’t lie to my child, ever. But of course I do. Firstly; you can style it however you like but the Tooth Fairy and Father Christmas are lies. Magical, wonderful lies. And then there are the mundane everyday lies, like when you eat their leftover birthday cake with a glass of wine and then pretend you have no clue what happened to it. There’s also lies we tell to protect their innocence and ensure they have a childhood for as long as possible, and all these lies come from a place of love. I read something once that said big, life-changing lies can be really damaging, as children do pick up that there’s something that is being kept from them. I guess that’s a judgement thing. But in terms of saying “I will never lie to my children” – my assertion is that you probably will.

The reality of being a parent is often wildly different to how we imagined it would be. Perhaps we put too much pressure on ourselves to become an idealised version of a mother or father; something we can strive to be but never fully become. As parents we are flawed just like everyone else, and although you may not live up to the expectations you had, the chances are that your kid thinks you’re pretty great. And that is simply wonderful.

Published by moonfacemum

Hello! I'm a mum of two boys, we live on the coast in Dorset, UK. When I'm not running around after the two rascals I help run our family business, a couple of bars. My days of 2am close downs and tequila shots are well behind me but I'm still partial to making margaritas in my kitchen.

2 thoughts on “7 Things I Said I’d Never Do As A Parent (Before I Actually Had Kids)

  1. There’s plenty of conflicting literature but no parenting course. We have to find our own way. We all end up doing what we promise ourselves we’d never do. But if our parents have raised us right we sometimes end up being influenced by what they didn’t do. 🤭My parents, for example never smacked me, I never smacked my children and they never smacked theirs. Nice post.

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