You could say I’m a tad “bookish”. I would pretty much always rather be reading. When some people complain about jury duty or some other (child-free) waiting room experience, I seriously cannot compute – all I hear is “quality reading time”. When life throws me a curveball, my knee-jerk reaction is to read about it.
One area in my life in which books has played a more complicated role, however, is in parenting. When I was pregnant with our oldest, Truman – and even when he was a baby – I read parenting books constantly. I was addicted to learning as much as possible about this new role I was to play, and I let the tips and strategies I read about fuel my ideals. Knowledge felt like power, and it gave me a sense of control (albeit a false one) in a time of unknowns.
But then… Truman grew. We had more kids. They grew. They were all different. What worked for one kid was actually detrimental to another. It was disorienting to me. My black-and-white brain would often have thoughts that began with, “But the book said…!” So as time went on and my ideals began to relax and adapt for each child, I began to rely less and less on books (other than, you know, this one) as I parented.
The sheer number of parenting books published is enough to make one dizzy at best, and distrustful at worst. As I mentioned, I rarely read them anymore. However, I’m 7.5 years into this game, and there are a handful of books that have had a lasting impact on the way I parent, and I wanted to share those with you!
What about you? What books have impacted the way you love your littles? I hope if nothing else this little list gave you freedom to put the parenting books down for a bit if you’re feeling at all discouraged or overwhelmed as you read them. Wisdom is wisdom and will always fight its way through.