I have a friend. And this friend happens to be an extremely renowned designer. She also happens to be brilliant. Fun. Great at parties. A world traveler. Tells incredible true stories. Funny as hell. A committed Christian woman, who makes great martinis, knows everything about design and fashion and can do a mean swing clap.
Basically, I think she’s perfect.
And this perfectly incredible friend of mine is expecting her first little offspring to arrive on my birthday. Yet another reason to love her. But since this mothering thing is new, more specifically this buying lots of mothering gear thing is new, she emailed me with a baby stuff buying question. And here it is.
The thing is, I can’t remember what the Hurricane sleeps on. I’m sure I thought about it at some point, but now I’m so fixated on him sleeping later than 6 a.m., that I can’t really focus on his sleeping accoutrements. Although, hm, if there is a mattress that helps the little buggers sleep until the sun comes up, well then I’ll immediately invest all of my considerable fortune…
But back to my favorite part.
Have we all gone crazy?
Are we body slamming ourselves to offer kids a world that is so safety padded, so harnessed for their protection, so choosy mothers choose organically delicious, that they’ll never know the joy of eating dirt, scraping knees, and licking things they shouldn’t. Things like French Fries. Or beer bottles. Or Fun Dip. Or sidewalks.
Or are these changes for the better?
Because, really, the world seems to have changed overnight. I mean, wasn’t it just a few years ago that we all rode in the back window of the car (squished up against that window space right above the backseats, the backseats that had no car seats or seatbelts anywhere to be found), while we stuck our tongues on the window and waved at the cars behind us. And, more relevantly, if you saw someone doing that today, wouldn’t you call the cops?
Would you get all sanctimommy on someone’s ass if you saw a kid sporting a leash? A kid left in a car? A kid not potty trained? A kid being rowdy in music class? Would you look down on a mom drinking at a playgroup? Is there such a thing as too much safety? Is McDonald’s the devil? And more importantly, should my friend buy an organic mattress?*
*I think the moral of this story is that my friends will no longer email me. Ever.