It’s all too easy to judge the parents of that screaming baby on the plane whose superhuman shrieks block out the best bit of your in-flight movie, or the mum of the out of control toddler lying in the toy aisle, red-faced and venting his fury by kicking his legs at thin air. The mum who bottle feeds or who sometimes parents their child through a screen, or the one who feeds their kid a Happy Meal or a chocolate biscuit. Or the mother of the 3-year-old still carrying her comforter and sucking her dummy. It’s so easy to say to yourself, ‘When I have children, I’m never going to do… (insert judgement here).’ Until you have children of your own, and you become that mum on the plane or that mum in the supermarket and you curse yourself for your previous ignorance and give a polite nod of understanding to your peers whilst shoving a chocolate bar into your toddler’s hand in the forlorn hope you can complete the week’s food shop in peace, thanking the powers above that for once it isn’t your child causing all the commotion. Welcome to my world, the real world which has required a major rewrite of my own parenting ‘rules.’ Here’s a quick overview of the ones I’ve broken so far…

# Thou Shalt Use Thine Breasts For the Purpose in Which They’ve Been Given

When I was pregnant with my son, it never really crossed my mind that I might not be able, or want, to breastfeed. Why would it? Breastfeeding was pushed to the hilt on every poster, and in every antenatal appointment, and by every midwife in those first 48 hours postpartum. It didn’t cross my mind to have a tin of formula handy in the house just in case; nor was I advised to do so despite our lack of feeding success during the post-birth hospital admission. Instead I was sent home with a breastfeeding ‘plan,’ in which I basically had to diligently record all my efforts to feed my son on a piece of paper, with no guidance given whatsoever around what I should do instead if it just wasn’t working. The result was that we ended up in the emergency department a few hours post-discharge when we couldn’t rouse our son, who had become hypoglycaemic and needed a bottle of formula ASAP to help bring him round.

Formula feeding seems to have become such a taboo that there’s a distinct lack of discussion and preparation around planning for the alternative, to the extent that when I resorted to asking for formula to top up my starving daughter on our second night in hospital who absolutely couldn’t be sated by boobs alone (I’ve since read this is quite common in very overdue babies), I had to sign a consent form before I could be permitted to do so. Strike me down for daring to voice the unpopular opinion, but breastfeeding just isn’t for me. I have the utmost respect for women who do breastfeed; I think it is an awesome achievement and a great act of selflessness and perseverance; but it isn’t for everyone. I tried it with my son who couldn’t latch properly, ever. I hated it, he hated it, and in the end I personally felt I would be a better mum to him when I wasn’t frantically trying to shove my boob into his face as he screamed blue murder while I agonized over why this totally natural exchange that before the advent of formula was so essential to the survival of the human race was so flipping exhausting and hard to achieve.

I used to feel embarrassed getting out my baby bottles to feed my son in public, and often wanted to yell from the rooftops ‘it is breastmilk you know!’ (And so it was, 50% of the time, for those first few weeks). But second time round I learned not to care. I don’t owe anyone an explanation about what I have or haven’t chosen to do with my own boobs, and whilst I definitely wrestled with guilt both times (but was pleased my babies at least got my colostrum and a few weeks of breastmilk), I knew this was the best decision for me and my family. Whilst no one can argue that breastmilk isn’t the absolute best thing you can feed your baby, the most important thing is that our babies are healthy, safe and loved no matter how they are fed. Whilst I do sometimes wish the breastfeeding had gone better, I don’t regret my decision and my children are meeting all their developmental milestones as well as any other child.

#Thou Shalt Not Swear

There’s barely an hour goes by that I haven’t muttered FFS under my breath at least 50 times, and fervently hoped that of all the words my toddler chooses to randomly parrot, he doesn’t choose the F one, and definitely not in public.

# Thou Shalt Beware Thine Dummy

During my pregnancy I was determined that I wouldn’t resort to the use of a dummy to settle my son. I’m not sure why I was so against it, but I somehow felt sure I needed to be. Fast forward about 3 days into my son’s existence here on earth, and I was up at 5am Googling what local supermarket would be open the soonest so that my husband could go buy out their stock of dummies. My son has never looked back, and at 2 year’s old he’s showing no signs of ever wanting to part with his ‘nana.’ I don’t regret it, but I do keep putting off that inevitable day that we must banish the dummy once and for all. In the meantime I tolerate the pointed, ‘What’s that thing doing in his mouth?’ comments from the anti-dummy movement (i.e. Grannies everywhere) ’til I can summon up the courage to do something about it. That dummy has saved our sanity for the last 2 years – if you discard all the nights where my son woke up every 45 minutes during the night to have it replaced in his mouth. He has always had a strong desire to suck and had all of his teeth by the age of 20 months (and dummy use really seemed to ease his discomfort as he teethed at a rate of knots), so I didn’t begrudge the comfort and security this has given him, because I’m pretty certain he won’t still be using it at 18. Besides, dummies can help protect against SIDS, and whilst there is a link to ear infections we’ve been lucky enough to avoid them so far.

#Thou Shalt Avoid Ready-Made Meals At All Costs

I entered into this motherhood thing with such good intentions, one of which was to prioritise feeding my son a healthy, wholesome, veggie-laden diet of home-cooked food, and a total aversion to cowing into the temptation to save myself the bother and purchase the sloppy store-bought equivalent instead. My son was gonna be scoffing vegetables like a pro. But alas, it was not to be. He flat out rejected pretty much every combination I came up with to tempt his developing palate, and nearly every carefully thought out and painstakingly prepared effort ended up either on the floor or in the bin. For every new recipe I tried, there must’ve been 9 losses to every win. But throw him a chicken nugget or a salty chip and he’ll polish it off in a heartbeat then ask for more. Every time something like this happened, a little part of me died inside. But all wasn’t lost because despite the best efforts of the well-meaning adults around me who felt it was cruel to delay his entry into the world of sugary treats, I largely managed to avoid feeding my son sweet or salty foods or fruit juices for at least the first year of his life.

#Thou Shalt Brush Thine Baby’s Teeth From the Moment the First Stub Pops Up

Does a quick wipe with a wet washcloth count? Unfortunately, my toddler’s interest in toothbrushing starts and ends with chewing the ‘dishas’ (his word for delicious) toothpaste off the brush. Now I’m not discounting the importance of the task, but this one remains a work in progress for us.

#Thou Shalt Never Feed Thine Baby to Sleep

Whoops. I think I’m guilty of committing every sleep sin going, and I’ve got the caffeine habit to prove it. Feeding, rocking, pacing, driving, dummy-ing, patting, shushing – even though I know I’m probably setting up sleep associations left, right and centre that’ll be a nightmare to break down the track, all I want in that moment is the fastest route to the oblivion of sleep – and I can’t get there ’til baby’s gone down by whatever means possible. And so it continues until that beautiful and far flung day they eventually achieve the epitome of all sleep goals – the ability to self-soothe (to go to sleep unaided) – which in the case of my firstborn required a rather exhausting wait of 15 months.

#Thou Shalt Breed a Reasonable, Rational, Well-Adjusted and Tantrum- Proof Toddler

If I thought before I became a parent that this was even remotely possible, I’d obviously never met a toddler. Who am I to halt my son’s natural progress through the rite of passage toddlerhood entails; and all the messy, chaotic, sweet, special and intense moments that come with it?
#Thou Shalt Never Bribe Thine Toddler to Gain Their Cooperation

Similar to above. I won’t even enter a supermarket without a haul’s worth of snacks or promising the world if my son can only just sit nicely for 10 minutes. Failing that, a piece of Woolworths’ free fruit for kids usually works wonders (except when we’re in Coles and there’s no free fruit… Cue tears and shriekingand demands for a banana I haven’t paid for. Why, Coles, why?).

#Thou’s Boudoir is Thine Fortress

I did manage to stick to this one mostly, but there were occasions in which I broke my own rule and brought my son into bed with me in the hopes of catching a few extra zzz’s (even just 1 zed?). Fortunately for us, he never quite took to co-sleeping anyway, so it never became a habit we would have to break.

#Thou Shalt Protect Thine Toddler From the Perils of Screen-Time

I have a toddler. And I have a new baby. Whenever I need to tend to my new baby, my toddler usually takes great umbrage at this. In these moments, The Wiggles are my new best friends. Is frequent exposure to these exuberantly cheerful performers likely to ruin my son’s developing brain? I certainly hope not, only time will tell. In the meantime they might just fry mine (just kidding, because I’ve actually become almost as big a fan as my son).

With so much information coming our way on what we should and shouldn’t be doing, it isn’t hard to understand why the parenting journey can be one that’s riddled with guilt and angst for many of us where you constantly second-guess the potential long-term consequences of even the most innocuous decisions upon your little tot’s future. For instance, when my child was happily bringing his best dance moves to The Wiggles this morning I found myself momentarily thinking, ‘Oh no! How has it come to this? What does this mean for his future??? Am I a terrible mum?’ Sometimes we’re sick or we’re exhausted or we’re pulled in all directions, and even with the best will in the world we’ve just gotta do what we need to do to get through the day (or night). I’m a firm believer that in moderation most things are ok – including a bit of the ‘bad’ stuff now and again – and that’s a lesson I’ll be teaching my children.

I’m pretty sure that for most of us, our preconceptions about parenting don’t exactly match the reality, and that there’s things most of us have resorted to that our best self would have tried to avoid, probably because our best self isn’t perpetually sleep deprived and sometimes looking for a quick fix. Parenting doesn’t come with a rule book and for the large part it’s a case of trial and error as we muddle through and find our way, but the most important thing is that whatever we do we do out of love for our beautiful babies (and of course the need to get the shopping done in relative peace). So long as your child’s needs are your first priority you can’t go too far wrong, and they will turn out just fine (though perhaps with a slightly fried brain).

How does your actual experience of parenting compare with what you thought it would be, and what ‘rules’ did you set out with that you’ve later broken?


  1. Amazing read and all so true!! X

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    1. Gem,
      I even more guilty . I broke all those rules with 5 of the Darlings.
      Amazingly they have grown up to be healthy and loving young people.
      I remember thinking after the first “ never, never again.” It was all so challenging and I was such a failure.
      Experience does make you wiser and unlikely to make the mistake of allowing yourself to judge yourself through the eyes of others.

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      1. Thank you for this Merrie. You are an absolute superstar to have raised 5 children!


  2. Now this was comforting to read , thank you for this post! “With so much information coming our way on what we should and shouldn’t be doing, it isn’t hard to understand why the parenting journey can be one that’s riddled with guilt and angst for many of us where you constantly second-guess the potential long-term consequences of even the most innocuous decisions upon your little tot’s future.” – THIS was a very true sentiment, I can’t believe how many times in a day I feel guilty for all sorts of silly things. I catch myself sometimes, many times my husband has to save me from the guilty pit. Great post!

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    1. Hi Kelsey, thank you for taking the time to comment. Torturing ourselves with guilt for 21 years seems to come with the territory 😂 but I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in years to come and that they’ll be decent and functioning, civilised members of society after all! Love your term ‘the guilt pit’. If you’re doing the best you can in the circumstances then that’s the best you can do!

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