7 facts you need to know before judging me as a mom

judging me-2There’s a lot of love going round because of Writing 101 and on top of my Liebster nomination, I also got nominated by Icecoffeecouture for the Creativity award as well as by HumaAq for the Versatility award. I’m so humbled by all these compliments! So thank you both so much for the love. I needed that.

Especially because I’m suffering from lack of some twitter love the other day. Last wednesday, a tv show just struck a nerve with me that I hardly could sleep. I was just SO mad. It only got worse because I let myself get involved in a twitter discussion with the chief editor of the show. (Note to self: quit twitter.) The show was centered around this premise:

“In their first year, babies should stay with their parents.”

It is based on a UN report that during their first year, babies experience extreme stress at day care. Preferably, they should stay with one of their parents with whom they can build a secure bond. Politicians are pleading for the extension of maternity leave which in the Netherlands is 16 weeks (12 weeks after birth), as well as improving the quality of professional day care, specifically reducing the child-day care professional ratio.

It’s not the premise that angers me. What got me rattled was the way the discussion was being led, and which comments from twitter they decided to share.

“If you won’t take care of your children yourself, you shouldn’t have them at all”.

Wow. There’s fueling a discussion for ya. Happy midcenturies, people. It got me thinking on 7 facts about me though.  Continue reading “7 facts you need to know before judging me as a mom”

A parental house isn’t just a house

Day 18Hone Your POint of View

I’m sitting on the stoop of our house. It’s 4 pm and I just got home from school. My parents are still both at work and they expect me to do some home work before I go to baseball practice. Of course, I never do. I usually play some Minecraft on my tablet or watch videos on YouTube. Today is different though. Mrs. Pauley, the old woman who lives across the street is moving out. I saw the removal truck when I drove up the street. Maybe it’s childish. But I still like watching trucks and other big vehicles. A removal truck isn’t that fancy, I like the contruction vehicles better. Or police cars, fire trucks and ambulances. It’s not just to the pleasure of my baby brother that I watch out for those cars and point them out to him. I still get a kick out of it too. That is why I leave my tablet and nestled myself on the stoop of our house, munching on some cookies I grabbed from the kitchen. Continue reading “A parental house isn’t just a house”