I’m sure we could get into a year-long argument about what we think our definition of good parenting is. I have to be honest, when I got pregnant, I did it on a whim. Which is pretty much the way I do most things in my life. Impulsiveness wins once again. I have absolutely no regrets and have the two most beautiful children anyone could spawn, but did I plan beyond the decor in the baby room? I think not, and I’m ok with that.
We own our own businesses, and my husband and I travel a good bit, so it’s hard to put your kids on a perfect sleep schedule when they wanna stay up and wait for mommy or daddy because they haven’t seen them in 3 days. They have my husband’s blood, which means they don’t need as much sleep as most kids. For that we are truly blessed. It means we don’t have to cut out of our own cookout turned wine tasting to escape for an hour to put our kids down…If they have the energy to hang, we let them hang. And at the first sign of a yawn, they go down like little angels. (Usually no later than 11 on a weekend.)
We “plan” now “not to plan.” We’ve decided that structure doesn’t fit well into our lives. It actually makes things tougher, and when you don’t have rules, there are none to break. This doesn’t mean our house is chaotic, it isn’t at all. Our children are little adults, we treat them as such, we speak to them as such (never once used baby talk with my children, yuck!), and most of the time they react as such. Yes, they still talk back from time to time, ignore us, and stick out their tongues, but they also are respectful, creative, and have a wonderful love for life.
My point being: Because we live on a whim most of the time, my kids can fall asleep anywhere, be it plane, train, or automobile. They can stay up and watch the fireworks or a really great NFL game. They can dance when we are playing our iPod while having a glass of wine at the end of the night….When they miss their bedtime “curfew” they can live an extra hour or two, which at the end of it all, adds years to their lives and many memories to ours.