Are You A Sh*tty Mom? You’re Not Alone

September 9, 2016 No Comments TAGS: Career, Kids, Motherhood

By Karen Moline (Sh*tty Mom)

Just as every mom has the moment she first laid eyes on her child indelibly tattooed on her cortex—you know, the part of your brain that, soon thereafter, spurts out Ohmigod it must be the plague the first time your baby gets a rash, or Ohmigod I can’t believe my precious little sweetheart just belted that kid in the kisser before you’ve even had a chance to open your mouth to deny it. Every mom remembers her first totally, irredeemably, irrefutably Sh*tty Mom Moment.

Mine came when my ‘every-day-is-Halloween’ son was about three, and deeply entrenched in his Cruella De Vil and 101 Dalmatians phase. His aunt got him a Dalmatian-print bathrobe and I scored a replica of Cruella’s little handbag from the Disney Store, and we went to the local costume emporium for a long cigarette holder to complete the look. My son instantly spied the fake cigarettes hanging between the plastic puke and whoopee cushions. “Look, Mommy!” he shouted. “You have to get them for me. Please, please, pul-eeze! Cruella is always smoking! I neeeeeed them!”

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So I caved.

He was in raptures as he puffed away on our way home and I was laughing to myself, especially at the double-takes given to us by jaded New Yorkers who’d somehow never seen a pint-sized fake-fur freak “smoking” on 4th Avenue before. Which is when a police car cruising by came to a dead stop. The cop leaned out the window.

My son looked at him and smiled a De Vil smile. “Where are they?” he asked, spouting his favorite lines from the movie. “Where are the little brutes?”

The cop evidently had not seen the film. “Hey lady,” he said sternly to me. “Is that a real cigarette?”

If I’d been a truly Sh*tty Mom, I would have said, “Well, yeah, but usually he prefers Marlboro Lights,” but as I was just a Sh*tty-Mom-in-Training, I said, “Are you kidding me? Of course not!”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head and sped off. What are you doing? I asked myself. I’d been reveling in my son doing something that he loved, even though I could tell from the looks many passersby had thrown at me that they thought I was nuts–some, like that cop, had taken a quick glance and from their instant frown, had actually thought I’d given a toddler a real cigarette. Silly me. I thought it was hilarious. Other moms, sheesh, did not.

And then I realized I really didn’t care what they thought. My son was happy and so was I.

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Which is when I realized that I was a Sh*tty Mom after all.

A Sh*tty Mom knows that it—the universal “it”—happens to everyone. What makes you truly Sh*tty is being able to laugh at it even while you’re cleaning up the mess.

Fast-forward to now, when the Sh*itty Mom moments come flying at you so quickly as your kids get older that you often don’t have time to catch your breath. Like the time your sweet little cherub is teaching a catchy song to her friends and then you realize she’s spouting lyrics with words you didn’t know existed until you were in college. Or the time the vegan mom caught you lying about the “tofu” hot dogs you made for lunch when her kid was over for a playdate.

When that happens, I just smile and apologize and move on. If the other moms think I’m faking, well, um, okay, so maybe sometimes they’re right! In the scheme of my life, does it really matter? No it does not.

Which is why, over the years, my coauthors and I gradually developed the rules that we filtered through a humorous colander. Here are a few of the basics if you’re on the fence about being a Sh*tty Mom:

Sh*tty Mom Rules

  1. How you see your kid is not how other people see your child (although of course you can’t help compare your kid to theirs and find yours completely superior in every which way), so stop with the comparisons.
  2. How you raise your kid is nobody’s business but yours (unless of course he threatens to blow up the school as some of my son’s fourth grade classmates did), so stop with the apologies.
  3. If you don’t let how other moms respond to #1 and #2 above get to you—and of course we do realize that the comments and the snark can gnaw at you if you let them, especially when you kid really screws up and you didn’t know how to handle it–you will be a much happier person.
  4. You are secure in the knowledge that everyone else messes up as much as you do, even though they’re hardly going to admit it (although of course they probably didn’t let their kids go a’walkin’ with fake cigarettes when they were three).
  5. Besides, everyone laughs while watching inappropriate videos on YouTube, and once your kids hear your reaction to really bad words or epic fails, they will never fail to remind you that you think it’s funny too, so stop yelling at them when they swear or make you watch clumsy people fall off trampolines and skateboards.

In other words, try to let it go, just a little bit. Make your own rules and stick to them. Trust your own instincts.

Also, try not to hover too much. If you find this a struggle, allow me to tell you what it was like back in the pre-digital Dark Ages when I was little. My sisters and I got home from school. The sitter was too busy watching her soap operas to get up. “Go out and play,” she ordered. So we did. No one knew where we were. No one checked in. No one worried. When my dad got home from work, he used that magical pre-digital form of communication known to all in our neighborhood as the Get Yer Butts Home for Dinner Right Now Whistle. Somehow, we all managed to survive without call-waiting and GPS.

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Nowadays, such benign neglect would be seen as not just Sh*tty but Super-Sh*tty, but I look at it another way. What we were raised to be was responsible and independent. And that resonated in a profound way once I became a mom. I realized that not only can I not make every other kid like or understand my own, but that I could not and should not try not to leap up to fix every boo-boo, because not every boo-boo can be fixed by you, and your kids need to figure that out on their own.

So I think of that fake cigarette and Cruella get-up sometimes when we’re walking our dog, Derrick. He’s a rescue dog and a little bit nutty, but he loves attention, which is why we asked the groomers to give him a bright fuchsia mohawk. Some people gawp at him and say, “Wow look at that dog. Was he born that way?” (I am not kidding.)

My son, proud child of a Sh*tty Mom, looks at them and smiles. “Absolutely,” he replies, and walks the dog back home.

About The Sh*tty Moms

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About Alicia and Mary AnnAlicia Ybarbo and Mary Ann Zoellner are both Emmy Award-winning producers for the Today Show.  They’ve each been at NBC for more than 16 years.
They’re also New York Times bestselling authors and creators of the “Sh*tty Mom” brand, which is a humorous take on letting go of perfection to be the best parent you can be.  The latest book in their series is “Sh*tty Mom For All Seasons: Half-@ssing It All Year Long,”.    
 
About Sh*tty Mom For All Seasons:   The authors of the New York Times–bestselling Sh*tty Mom are back with a hilarious guide presenting common parenting scenarios with advice for getting through the year the sh*tty mom way.  Told in the same tongue-in-cheek voice as the original, this sequel is full of funny parenting tips and relatable stories for contemporary moms. Sh*tty Mom for All Seasons explores the occasions throughout the year that test every mother’s patience and inspire self-deprecating humor and that second glass of wine. With chapters organized by season, the book will teach you how to navigate the bumpy roads of motherhood, learn to laugh at the occasional parenting fail, and maybe even appreciate your own mother. Or not. Sample chapters for the sh*tty mom year include:
Fall: “Yes, We All Have to Be Here: The Annual PTO Funsraiser”
Winter: “Mom’s Real New Year’s Resolutions”
Spring: “I’m Running Off with the Gardner: April Fools!”
Summer: “Summer Reading Lists & Other Great Reasons Why You Don’t Home School

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For more about Sh*tty Mom, go to www.shttymom.com and tweet at @shttymom.

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