The Imperfectly Perfect Parent
Iâ€™m a social media parent. The one that bugs you or inspires you
You either love me or hate me.
Iâ€™ll brag-post about how my son has been reading on his own now but then an hour later Iâ€™ll mention wanting to Britney-shave my head because Iâ€™m going crazy from my kidâ€™s screaming fights.
I post pictures on Instagram with no shame. I love playing with my kids and putting kooky pics on the site to share. Iâ€™ve also posted pics when my daughter fell. I know there are parents who think Iâ€™m crazy to do so. But those parents who have had similar incidents, I hope they see my pics and go itâ€™s not just me, Iâ€™m not a bad parent.
Iâ€™m not a bad parent. You arenâ€™t one either. We all tend to judge. Of course, Iâ€™m on the chopping block because I choose to show my kids via social media. Then again, so do other parents. The levels of sharing are different. Everyone has an opinion on what should be shared. I tease a little. I make fun. Iâ€™ve participated in the â€śkid shamingâ€ť meme. Iâ€™m not doing any of those things to be cruel or vicious. I make mistakes. I over share. I really donâ€™t care what the judges think. Call me selfish or dangerously inept. Go ahead. You are entitled to your opinion as much as Iâ€™m entitled to be a SMP a social media parent
Do I think about my kids seeing/ reading my blog years down the road? Yup. Will I tell them what I did? Yup. Because I want them to know Iâ€™m real.
A real parent and a human being. Iâ€™m entitled to my emotions as they fluctuate like the moods of my kids. I create and write based on those things that surround me because the audience I desire is looking for a real parent to read about. Funny, sad, anxious, crazed, madly in love with their children.
Kristi Gilbert also known as The Robot Mommy started blogging after successfully getting her son to eat by talking like a robot. She then transformed into said robot and has been writing about her familyâ€™s adventures ever since. Inspired by her infant daughter, imaginative toddler son and supportive husband, she documents life as she knows it: chaotic, coffee soaked and filled with awesomeness.