Can I confess something? I rock A to sleep. Yes, she just turned four years old, but every night that I get her to sleep, I rock her. Occasionally, it takes longer than 15 minutes to get her to sleep, but for the most part, we have a routine. Our routine consists of me brushing her teeth, washing her face, taking out her hair bows, reading her a story, and rocking her to sleep. After she's asleep, she gets placed in the bed.
When my uncle saw me rocking A the other night, he made a comment about how she was too big to be rocked. I proudly said she gets rocked every night to sleep. Of course my aunt chimed in to show her disgust with me rocking A. Now mind you, they don't get to see K as a Mom, so they just think I'm overbearing and trying to make A my own, which is far from the truth. Since I know my family reads my blog, I try to be careful what I write about in regards to this but you can ask ButifulMess or KritenCMcD who is with A practically 24/7 and I promise you it isn't her mother.
Saturday I made a comment on Facebook saying that I was having a hard time getting A to sleep without our rocking chair. A girlfriend of mine made a comment saying she's too old to be rocked and needs to know how to fall asleep on her own. Surprise, surprise, guess who made a comment after that? My aunt that chimed in tonight (after we're back home no less). She said "I hear ya (g/f's me)!!!"
WTF? Give me a fucking break. Perhaps if she rocked her kids a little longer when they were younger, she wouldn't be sneaking her 23 year old sleeping pills behind her husbands back. I'm so fucking sick of K being portrayed as this awesome fucking mother because she fakes it around family.
There is nothing wrong with me rocking A to sleep. In fact, we both (for the most part) enjoy this part of the day. No matter how bad the day was, it's the time I kiss her on her head, tell her I love her, and wish her a good night.
I guess since they don't have anything real to use against me in the parenting department they have to nit pick.