Mary-ed Life

Thoughts on love, marriage, children, and random trivia.

On Being a Know-It-All Parent

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I have often been referred to as a know-it-all in my life, sometimes in goodhearted jest and sometimes not. I’ve also been called a bookworm and an information junkie. Whichever you choose, the fact remains that they are all completely true.

Hello. My name is Mary and I am a know-it-all-bookworm-information-junkie.

This is not to say that I revel in spouting out facts on various subjects every chance I get or that I research topics to death to make myself appear smarter. I’m not even the  sitcom character that always requires a translator. The fact of the matter is, I’m not all that smart. Sure I’m intelligent, but I’m not the greatest at applying what I know. I don’t think well on my feet, so I find myself compensating by having as much advance knowledge as possible. I figure, the more I learn, the more prepared I am for what life throws my way.

When Al Gore invented the internet, he should have taken people like me into account. While the rest of the world is killing hours on end playing World of Warcraft, I’m reading about the different techniques of tie-dyeing. While everyone else is scoping CNN for the news of the day, I’m surfing the public library database for an in depth article on Amish society. Why? Sheer curiosity (and I read an Amish romance novel the other day.) The internet has become both my saving grace and my worst nightmare. Finally, I can find the answer to any question and commit it to memory for use later. Oh no! I can find answer to any question. Where do I start?

More recently, my research focus has been parenting. After all, I only get one shot at it and I don’t want to mess up too badly. Questions abound in parenting, but definitive answers do not. Terms like “milestone,” “developmentally ready,” “attachment,” “schedule,” “gross motor,”  and “fine motor” have dominated my internal monologue for months and it is quite maddening. I’m overwhelmed with the amount of completely contradictory parenting methods and concepts. Schedule or no schedule? Pick her up? Put her down? Tummy time. Back is best. Ahhhh!

Let’s face it. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I’m just going with the flow and going with what works. Moms-to-be sometimes ask me if they should buy this product or that one. I just look at them and say, “It doesn’t matter what you buy, because you can’t control what your child will like. So buy something you like and hope for the best.” Kids write their own rules, so throw out the manual.

Great advice, right? I’m a total hypocrite. I have read more books on parenting than most people can fathom. I’ve read plenty of blogs and web articles too. Sometimes I’ll sit with friends and say, “I was reading about….” and before I get a chance to say anything else, someone will say “Oh I’m sure.”

Let’s see. What happened to my point? Oh right, here it is. I’m starting this blog as an outlet for all of the information I’ve acquired in the last year or so and as an excuse to find more. My sincere hope is that someone reads what I write and actually finds something useful or helpful. What I would love even more than that is if that same person laughed a little while reading.

So back to my internet meanderings.

Ever wonder what Bastien names the Child-like Empress in The Never Ending Story? Moon Child. I learned that last week.

Did you know? There is a breed of chicken from Chile that lays blue eggs. I learned that yesterday.

Sorry, I didn’t promise relevance.


Author: maryedlife

I'm a neurotic stay-at-home-mom, formerly a middle school English teacher, trying to survive parenthood. I am married to a soldier, Dale, and we have two daughters, Ariana and Lorien.

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