The End of Innocence

End of Innocence #realoilfieldwivesEvery day I am blessed and challenged with the task of raising a good person that will, undoubtedly, make great contributions to this world. And every day there is a negative, self-opinionated troll out there lurking and waiting to steal her shine. This needs to stop. Immediately.

In the morning, while the little one eats her breakfast and enjoys her morning cartoons (calm down, I’ll address this later), I take a few minutes to hop on Facebook and see what my friends and family are up to on that beautiful day. Within those 10 minutes, and all before 8:30 a.m., I’ve broken about 128 carnal rules of motherhood. For one, I (God forbid) let my child enjoy (YES, ENJOY) cartoons (*GASP*). Two, I “ignored her” while she ate her breakfast and took 10 minutes to myself to wake up (I promise, I stayed right next to her). Three, I didn’t exactly check every single ingredient in her said breakfast to make sure it’s GMO, HBO, Gluten, chemical, who-knows-what-the-hell-else free (I’m waiting for social services to knock on my door any minute now). Anyway, you get my point.

In the meantime, about 20 motherhood articles show up in my newsfeed that *sound* like a good read (until I do). Immediately upon clicking on them I regret it and attempt to quickly “undo” what my eyes can’t un-see! Excellent! Not only have I mommy-sinned a couple dozen times, but now I feel like the crappiest parent on the planet! “Don’t Say These 72 Phrases to Your Children”, “Don’t Address The Following Behaviors, Ever”, “102 Ways To Tell Your Kids You Love Them” (really?!), “10 Parents We All Hate”, “The Right Way To Give Birth”, and the list goes on. They suck you in, and then they crap all over you and pin you against every other parent out there. Ta-da! Again, 8:30 a.m. and I’ve already lost the parenting trophy yet again. I hang my head in shame, couldn’t care less what people are up to (‘cause let’s face it, I just ruined my kid’s life), and commence to cleaning up the GMO littered breakfast that sits on the floor (and my child is still happily watching cartoons).

This is nothing new, I realize that. However, I’m choosing to speak out about it because recently I’ve seen some really ridiculous arguments over these so-called parenting articles and stories. They include, but are not limited to:

No longer allowing 1 year olds to have a smash cake (or ANY cake for that matter). Why? Because childhood obesity is out of control. Give me a break! Yes, okay, I can see your point, but I’ll be damned if I’m taking away the joy of CAKE from my children. Especially on their birthdays! Make healthy choices a good chunk of the time and allow them some sweet concoctions every now and then! Especially on their birthdays! For crying out loud, I can’t write about this one anymore…next!

Just the other day a totally adorable video was floating around about this cute little girl that had Pop Rocks for the first time. It was adorable (if you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend you watch it for some joy in your life). Oh my word, you should’ve seen that one blow up with candy trolls! It was insane how rude and judgmental people are! Calling the parents “horrible” and saying they “don’t love her”. Seriously? People, get a life (preferably a better one!)!

Holidays. I guess now I’m a bad parent for telling my sweet, innocent child that there is a Santa, and an Easter Bunny, and a Tooth Fairy because (*spoiler alert*) “it’s not real life”. Oh, come on! You turn on the news (I don’t anymore) and you see murders, and thieves, and drugs, and war, and affairs, and riches, and rags…can I stop now? Good, because I was getting depressed thinking about it! I get it, those are real life issues, and they certainly need to be addressed and acknowledged. But NOT RIGHT NOW. She’s 2! TWO! For now, and in the very distant future, I WILL be telling her about all those mythical, magical beings. Why? Because they make people h.a.p.p.y. (look it up in a dictionary if you haven’t felt it lately). Santa and the others may not be “real”, but in this house their spirits are VERY real. That will not be changing. Ever.

Speaking of mythical, magical beings – another joy that just got shot directly in the ass is love at first sight, princesses, and castles. I read an article stating why someone wasn’t going to let their daughter see the new Cinderella movie (oh, this crap I’ve got to read!). I don’t remember exact details, because in all honesty I stopped truly reading it after the first statement, but it kind of went like this: love at first sight is bad and not realistic, being controlled by another person is bad, body image is bad (who actually has a waist like that anyway?), ….I forget the rest, thank goodness! My point is, why not let her dream and believe in a love like that? In a hopeful story with evil step-mothers (that was it! gives step-mothers a bad name or something to that effect), kings, princes, castles, horses, fairy godmothers, tiny mice that are friends…let my child dream and live in a world of imagination! You may not like it, but I do, and I hope my child finds joy in it too! Side note: while we’re visiting the topic of potential “toxic movies”, there were multiple articles about 50 Shades as well (controlling and violent and blah blah blah). All I have to say is: in the future, if she’s into kinky sex, GOOD FOR HER, the girl KNOWS WHAT SHE WANTS (and that’s exactly how I raised her)!

Look, soon she’s going to be three, and then she’ll be four, and before I know it she’ll be sitting in school with her little five-year-old-self facing a craptastic world and being shoved into a mold designed by politicians. My point is, she’s only little once, and kids these days have to grow up so fast! There is so much pressure on them to mature and age well before they’re ready, and if they fall even a step behind it could be severely detrimental to their futures. Soon enough she’ll know about war and drugs, and it’s my job to teach her and guide her through the good and bad. It’s also my job, first and foremost, to ensure her happiness and livelihood!! I refuse to let her get sucked into this black hole we’ve put ourselves in full of negativity and disrespect toward one another. It’s pathetic and very sad. I may think differently than the norm of the new ‘parenting movements’, but I’m FUN and I intend on staying that way! And as for my daughter- she’s innocent, sweet, oblivious, and ignorant to the world she’ll one day face head-on, but I can guarantee she’ll face it genuinely, uniquely, confident, and happily! I hope she holds on to that innocence for as long as she can (and feels like a princess every day)!

About ashley

Ashley and her husband, Ryan, have been married for 4 years. They became an oilfield family in March of 2011. They live in Northeastern Pennsylvania with their 2 year old daughter, Anistyn, and two fur-children: Kora (the manic Australian Cattle Dog) and Jaxx (your typical lazy house cat). Ashley traded in her various degrees and certifications to take on her ultimate dream job of fulltime mommy and wife. When not throwing over-the-top toddler dance parties and reading the same storybook 104 times in a row she enjoys reading her own books, baking, writing, meeting new friends, trying new things, and saving every animal in need on the planet!

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