I’m A Natural Parent, But. . .

Welcome to the “I’m a Natural Parent – BUT…” Carnival

This post was written for inclusion in the carnival hosted by The Artful Mama and Natural Parents Network. During this carnival our participants have focused on the many different forms and shapes Natural Parenting can take in our community.


. . . I don’t eat my placenta. My daughter’s is buried beneath the apple tree in our backyard in Montana and my son’s is under a water oak in our Texas backyard.

. . . I don’t want to see or touch my baby’s head as it is born, nor do I want to catch my baby.

. . . my daughter and I weaned each other when she was 13-months-old. No extended nursing for her. And fortunately, no tandem nursing for me because I think I would hate it.

. . . I will not be homeschooling. Although I’d kick ass at it, except for the part about being with my kids all day. Besides, it’s one of the few parenting issues my husband has a strong opinion on. (His concerns are valid, so don’t send hate mail.)

. . . my daughter watches cartoons every morning. Some might call that using the television as a babysitter. I call it a better choice than alcohol to preserve mama’s sanity.

. . . speaking of television, I watch The Bachelor. And in the summers, Big Brother. Occasionally, The Amazing Race, too. And college football. (Yes, I am a competitive person, and I can’t wait to sign up my daughter for Toddlers & Tiaras.)

. . . we used to eat at Chick-fil-A. Then I read an article about just how socially conservative (i.e. homophobic) the company is. Thank goodness I found Raising Cane’s. Please, oh please, don’t tell me they’re prejudiced, too.

. . . I buy paper towels when my mom is coming to town. She does most of the cooking, so if she needs paper products as part of her culinary work, then so be it.

. . . I use disposable feminine hygiene products, although I’d like to experiment with one of those little cup thingies. (No rush on getting back to me, though, Aunt Flo.)

. . . I’ve never looked down on anyone for not using cloth diapers. I love them, but whether you use them or not is a non-issue to me.

. . . the same with a mother not staying home with her kids. It’s a non-issue. Although I am supremely jealous of any mom who gets time alone in her car or the bathroom each day.

. . . even with the most supportive doctor, nurse, and doula, if I’d had my first child in the hospital I probably would have had an epidural.

. . . I don’t care where you have your baby. I just care that you make informed decisions and are respected by caregivers.

. . . I’m not perfect, and life’s too short to play by all the rules anyway.


This carnival was created by The Artful Mama and Natural Parents Network. We recognize that “natural parenting” means different things to different families, and we are dedicated to providing a safe place for all families, regardless of where they are in their parenting journeys.

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15 thoughts on “I’m A Natural Parent, But. . .”

  1. You are too funny for words. I am so glad you joined us because I definitely think your bluntness added another layer of awesome to this carnival. My confession was also a concession to the valid concerns of my own hubby. Plus you are right going to the restroom alone is a treat you should definitely get to experience before they go to college 😉

  2. I don’t look down on sposie users either – 1) because we occasionally use them, too, and 2) because I sometimes hate trudging up and down the stairs to do diaper laundry 😉

  3. I love this list. I truly TRULY believe that we’re all doing our best, and that our best is pretty damn good! Good for you for being shameless and guilt-free when it comes to the decisions you’ve made for you and your family.

  4. Sometimes being comfortable with yourself is one of the hardest battles. I also refuse to eat at Chik-Fil-A. It’s one thing for a company’s owners to have specific views. It is an entirely different thing for employees to be forced to hold those views or be fired.

    1. This was the first time I’ve ever participated in one. Basically, some bloggers create a topic then accept blog post submissions on that topic. There’s a deadline a week or so in advance, so all the HTML code can be created for the introduction and links to all blogs involved (the long list of carnival posts at the end of my post). Then on the day of the carnival, everyone posts, URLs and code is checked for accuracy, and you’re off to read other participants’ posts. I had fun doing it, especially on this topic.

  5. I like your list – so true to yourself and that’s what counts. Kids need to see us being authentic and enjoying life not killing ourselves with guilt while trying to live up to some imaginary standards! Thanks for writing about the cartoons. I don’t do them in the mornings but I can’t make it through the day without at least one session of screen time. Once I put on one episode of Caillou or Charlie and Lola on You Tube, my daughter can successfully continue the process for the next hour – I do often feel guilty but that’s out the window after this carnival. Like you say the TV can save a Mama’s sanity!

  6. Oh yes! Love your list…I agree that anything that keeps the children entertained for a few minutes for sanity is A-OK with me!!! Thanks for sharing!

  7. I love the sentiment that many of us are rebels even within the outside fringes we choose to dwell. Like double rebels. We don’t even let our own self-created definitions actually define us because we are ever-changing. Not only do we live outside the box but we kick it down and stomp on it mercilessly.

  8. I keep meaning to get over to your blog to let you know that I am LOVING your posts this month! Seriously. Every. Single. One. You are amazing mama!!!!! I miss writing with your over at JDM. Anyway – another great post filled with honestly. I’m going to miss your post a day when it ends! 🙂 Love to you!

    1. I think I could handle it, but let’s not give my body any ideas. It decided I was ready for a second kid when Maisie was only six months old…

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