Parenthood and drinking goes hand in hand, right?
Well, for most of us that is. And for those of you that have found a way to survive parenthood without the occasional cocktail, I need you in my life. I need you in my life as much as I need a well-poured very dirty martini, with blue cheese-stuffed olives of course.
The fact is that as an enjoyer of alcoholic beverages (only on the weekend and with a limit of two) I have been able to decipher some similarities between how I like my drinks and how I want to raise my children.
It sure takes a special kind of person to compare their children to an alcoholic beverage, but I guess this is an improvement from when I compared my kids to zoo animals, right?
Let’s break down this slightly ridiculous, yet completely on point correlation:
I like my drinks STRONG and I sure as hell want my children to be so as well. There is nothing that a person needs more in this life to enjoy and survive it than strength; in all of its forms, to get you through the day-to-day of all the phases along the way.
I like my drinks WELL-BALANCED and I am trying my damnedest to raise my children to be so as well. I want them to be kind, but not weak, opinionated, but not forceful, intelligent, but not cocky, optimistic, but also realistic and serious, but still funny.
I like my drinks TRUE TO THEMSELVES and I hope my children will always be.
Listen, you may be someone who believes that to be a well-balanced parent, you must hold a drink in both hands. Conversely, you may be one who subscribes to the notion that hot tea in one hand and a book in the other is where true parenting balance can be found.
Which one am I, you ask? Neither.
I am simply someone who stays balanced by comparing my children to alcohol and zoo animals, and surely that makes me mother of the year.
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