ten years a parent #10yearsaparent

Today my son turns nine, and I’m determined to make it about me.

I’m celebrating ten years a parent. Ten years, people.

The longest I’ve held any job.

(I admit it’s not exactly ten years, because I am adding my pregnancy into the figure which is only nine months. But it’s close enough for this purpose.)

And what is this purpose you may ask?

A new blog series titled: Ten Years A Parent #10yearsaparent

Over the next year or few months or until I run out of ideas, every Friday I will be offering up reflections on parenting to celebrate my ten years in the saddle. I’ll be covering topics from what to avoid to…well let’s face it, most of it will be about what to avoid.

I don’t do a lot of parenting advice here – commentary and storytelling yes – but up until now I haven’t shared the parenting secrets I’ve been hoarding over the last ten years.

Whether you’re a parent nodding in agreement or shaking your head with disgust or a non-parent using these posts as birth control (the surgeon general wants me to tell you that reading blog posts about parenting is not an effective form of birth control), I’ll be spilling the beans on what parenting is all about.

Here’s a little preview of some of the gems I have lined up for you:

you don’t have to listen to crappy kid’s music

one second dear, mommy’s busy judging your father’s parenting style

birthdays are for suckers

don’t talk about other people’s kids, you’ll get burned

your heart will tear in half when you least expect it

picture books you should recycle immediately

seven moms that don’t really want to be your friend

And I made up my very own hashtag #10yearsaparent because I’m cool like that.

Hold on to your hats.

You are about to become the parent you always dreamed you would be.

PS Sign up and I’ll email you this brilliant parenting advice to you directly. It will also be posted here, but why not save yourself a step?