Tiger, helicopter, hippe

Oops, this post was never published. Sorry so late. 
I know you're intrigued at this point. You're wondering what a tiger, hippie, and helicopter have in common. Is it the "i" and the "e"? Noooo. Unique school mascots? Noooo. They are parenting styles. I saw it on GMA the other day, and it got me to wondering. What kind of parent will I...uhhh we be? First off a quick definition of each, better yet origins. So this Chinese author recently wrote a book about how she was raised the "superior" Chinese way. She was expected to get all A's , could not attend sleepovers or playdates, could not participate in any extra curricular activities, was not allowed TV or computer games,  and had to play either the violin or piano. She adopted this tiger style of parenting for her kids, also. This style is the fast track to the Ivy League. Then they showed a kid who was raised by a helicopter mom. As you can guess the helicopter mom hovers over her child. They are there when you need them and don't need them. Always there. The kid on GMA did well because his mom was always there. Some helicopter moms even get apartments near their kids college! The last person was a hippie parented kid. Her parents never stressed her about grades, but she did well. She knew they expected her to do well, but did not have to voice it constantly. They didn't even care to see grades every time. So, what kind of parents will we be? I don't think there is a term for how we will be. We just know that Mason will know our expectations. I'll be darned if we hover over him. He will have to know how to be independent and responsible. I do understand the idea of hippies, so I'm sure I'll have a little more hippie in me than my other options. But I don't want him getting too comfy and thinking he does not have to divulge his academic life to us. And knowing Pat there are gonna be some things that he will have to do and we will not allow, thus making him a Daddy Tiger. So as I write this what do I learn? We're a lil bit of everything. Let's see how this turns out.

Working Mom

Shame on me! It has been too long since an entry to my ever so intriguing life! Well, maybe it's not so intriguing, but my fans need me. And by fans I mean all 6 subscribers who read this blog. Anyhow, as the title suggests, I am a working mom. I went back on March 2. I thought that the morning I woke up and had to leave Mason would be tug at my heart. Wrong! I was running so behind schedule I barely had time to kiss his toesies and tell him by. Having stayed home for 6 weeks with the kiddo I made some conclusions. I see how there are people who want to stay at home. And I also see how there are those who choose to be a working mom. Staying home is great because you don't miss a moment. You are there for everything. And this is beautiful. However, for me there was a time where I longed to do something adultish. Unfortunately, there are not too many people who are also home during the day, so you are forced to make small talk wit someone who does not respond. And while this is great for many moms, it was not for me. I realized that I kinda like working. I like being around people who converse with me, although many of them don't offer the infectious smile that Mason does. So, I am glad that I am in a profession where I get a break here and there, so I do have periods of time to catch some precious moments. I probably also Like working because I do not have a choice. So until we strike it rich, I will work and come home to my lil baby boy. It's a nice end to a long day. I can be around a bunch of other people kids who I am scared to touch because of illness, but I come home to my own and can cuddle with him all I want. I am sure by summer I will be yearning to be home and spend time with Mason, but for now I shall trek to my low paying job and come home to my fella.