I’m “that” mom. It’s ok if you hate me. Yes, my 8 year old has a cell phone. Yes, I let my kids have soda and Starbucks and a myriad of other “no-no”s. No, I don’t do much to limit screen time. If they ask to play Minecraft on XBox (or Kindle, or iPad, or PC – yes, we have 4 versions of Minecraft), I’m probably going to say yes.
Yes, I let my son spike his hair, or wear a mohawk or pretty much whatever else he wants to do with it. Yes, I not only agreed to let my eight year old dye her hair purple, I did it for her. And yes, it is permanent. We actually bleached her hair first so the color would pop more. Now my son wants some color in his hair too. We’ll probably do it.
I’m the parent who’s child goes to school and talks about all the cool things their mom lets them do, and then your kids come home and beg to do those things too.
I’m sorry for that, and it’s ok if you hate me, but know this – my kids hear “no” plenty too. It’s just that my “no”s and your “no”s aren’t the same. There are just as many things that my kids come home begging for, things that just aren’t going to happen.
They will only be kids once, and if I can say yes, I probably will. And don’t worry, I’m having the purple cut out of my daughter’s hair before she heads back to school. I wouldn’t want an entire school of little girls begging for purple hair.