It’s no great secret that all of my friends are married and have started having children. My Facebook has turned into MomBlog Central with new posts by the stay-at-homes almost daily. Most of the time they read hurried, frazzled and with terrible grammar.
How can I judge them? I can’t even dog sit a puppy for a weekend without letting 73% of the responsibility fall to my roommates*; I can’t even imagine a child.
However, sometimes these blogs give me little mental Post-Its for when I venture down Motherhood Highway.
Today, I read about a mom who had just bought a piano. She is an accomplished pianist and her husband is too,. For fun they hold their 1-year-old up to the keys and let him bang on the instrument. It was all fun and games and the blog was cute and actually well written and then I read this: “Little does he know how many hours he’s going to clock on here as soon as he learns his scales!”
I’m horrified*. I hope the child hates piano and breaks it. When I was little I had piano lessons and I hated them. In college that willful “you can’t make me read music if I can do it all by ear” streak was broken (kind of) and in piano skills I was years and years behind my peers but at least I was allowed to choose my activities as a child.
Perhaps archery didn’t suit me in any of my educational or career objectives, but it sure was fun.
*To be fair, I do have a job, and they don’t. So yes, they get the daytime bathroom breaks and walking duties.
*Little do I know if this mom will force her child into lessons or insist he continue if he dislikes them, but I object to the notion that children can be moulded into anything you want them to be. That being said, I know nothing about kids, motherhood, child-rearing or how to change a diaper so my thoughts and comments on the subject could be 100% null and void and you can scorn me if you like.