I've already told you about how I've been called a a good mom but let me take a minute to tell you what *kind* of mom I think I am.
With Lily, I exclusively breastfed until almost 6 months. Then I continued to "extended" breastfeed until she was 18 months. Only then did I stop because I had to in order to start fertility drugs for our second baby. If not for that, Lily may still be breastfeeding since she was such a booby monster. And I would still let her despite the "norm" that our society had deemed. I made my own food. She slept in our room until she was 7 months old. I used a delayed immunization schedule. I wore her in one of the many baby carriers I invested in. We refused to do cry it out. I rocked Lily to sleep until she was almost 2 years old and continue to rock her before bed.
I read every book I could get my hands on not only when she was born, but from the time we were trying to conceive until she was probably close to a year old. I researched EVERYTHING. Every choice I made was not made without some sort of background information. I don't think this made me paranoid. I just felt that if I was bringing a child into this world they deserved for me to make informed decisions about their upbringing.
I remember hearing, A LOT, how things would be different when I had a second. How I was making it harder on myself by doing things the way I was. I know they were all teasing and had good intentions. I know that "my" way of doing things is far from the norm. At least the norm that society projects and that my immediate friends and family adhere to. But, at times it made me second guess myself. I wondered if things would change when my second child was born. If I would take "easier" ways (not that I think listening to your child cry is easy for anyone!).
Enter baby #2. My dear sweet Adelyn. I can say that some things did change. I still breastfeed and will continue to do so as long as she wants.I nurse in "public" much easier than before. I would even do it without a cover if it didn't make Steve uncomfortable. I still make my own baby food. I still use a delayed immunization schedule, wear her, refuse to do cry it out, and rock her to sleep. I still research anything I'm unfamiliar with. There has been a lot of that when it comes to her development and things I can do at home to help her meet her milestones. At almost 10 months old, she's just moved into her own room after quite a struggle. But now I cloth diaper. I wanted to with Lily but living in our old house we didn't have the room for all the extras that came along with that. So, essentially, I'm making it "harder" on myself. Not "easier" as some people projected.
So, you ask me, what kind of mother do I think I am? If you look online, there are a lot of terms to describe my parenting technique. Crunchy. Attached. Natural. Over bearing. Maybe I'm some parts of all of them. But, I just see myself as a little unconventional. If you ask some of my dearest friends who live in the computer, they'll say that what I'm doing is normal for them. It's normal for a lot of women who subscribe to the way of thinking that I do. But, those women are not parts of my inner most circle. I only know 1 women in real life who extended breast fed. She's my current boss. I only know of 2 women in real life that cloth diaper. One is, again, my boss (who's more "crunchy" than I am!). The other is a friend who started cloth diapering after I did. She, also, had thought about it in the past but when I loaned her some of my dipes I finalized the deal for her (yay!).
What I do is far from the "norm" for some people. They look at me with questioning eyes. They wonder if I'm going above and beyond what I should. But, it's normal for us. It works for us. And when it all boils down, that's really what matters. I get that cry it out, disposable diapers, not baby wearing, buying store food is normal for others. It works for them and their family. I don't judge by any extent of the imagination. But for me, I do what's in my gut. And, I think, when it comes down to it, that's what make people think that I'm a good mom. Whether people agree with my choices or think I'm crazy, they respect the fact that I'm following my heart no matter how "hard" it may be for me. That I'm doing what is right for my family as it stands now.
So, no matter what you want to call it. Or not call it. In the end, I just consider myself a mom doing the best I can do at the moment.
Disclaimer: I used "I" when referring to a lot here. I am not a single parent. I have a husband who is an intricate part of this family. He deserves as much credit as I do in raising these girls. But, he will freely admit that he gives me the freedom to do the research and make the decisions when it comes to these things when it comes to the girls. I never make them without discussing them with him first but he always says that he trusts me and the research I've done. He knows that nothing is done with a half heart when it comes to our girls. Not that he washes diapers or goes to the monthly appointments that are required for the delayed vax schedule. ;) I am very lucky to have someone so open and on board for the parenting decisions that we make!