I think I’ve mentioned before that I have an unshakeable (if unrealistic) belief that any problem can be solved if you just read the right book. Well, it turns out that parenting is full of problems. I don’t mean that in a bad way (although sometimes I do), but more in the sense that there’s just a shit ton of stuff you’re clueless about and you need to figure it out. Hence, I’ve been reading a lot of books.
Yesterday I dutifully logged on to Amazon and ordered some more books. (Please, let’s just avoid the Amazon issue. I love my local bookstore, but it can be a pain to get there with Addie and, honestly, they don’t always have what I’m looking for. Plus, Amazon has free two-day shipping. Oh, and obviously I didn’t buy the books on an e-reader.)
So anyway, there I was, sitting on the couch in my pajamas ordering books (another benefit of Amazon – no need to dress!) when I had a (for me) blasphemous thought: “Seriously, how many parenting books can I really read?”
When Adeline was first born I was reading all the baby books and driving myself crazy. I discovered that the What to Expect books are not remotely my style, but I was pretty happy with The Baby Book by Dr. Sears. But even then, it all seems designed to make a new mother slowly lose her mind. So I shunned the baby books. By that time, though, I was deep in the midst of baby sleep books. Which I’ve already talked about at length. Thankfully, Adeline is sleeping pretty well these days, at least when we’re not traveling or teething.
So I’ve moved on to what could be a life-long pastime: parenting books. By which I mean, books about the best ways to raise, educate, discipline, smother/not smother, communicate with and learn to ignore your children. I’ve already written about discipline and gender modeling, but I guess you can expect more reviews to come.
That is, if I don’t throw up my hands and say “to hell with these parenting books!” first.