I need to decide how crunchymunchy I am. Really, what kind of parent do I want to be?

Am I one of those “crunchymunchy” parents?  You know what I mean. “Crunchymunchy” as in the type of people who eat crunchy food like organic granola, wear hemp, and nurse their babe until he’s headed to kindergarten.  So, in terms of parenting style, where do I fall on the authoritarian-to-crunchymunchy spectrum?  I need to decide.  And the thing is, I find myself leaning more and more towards the crunchymunchy end of things.  But don’t worry, I won’t be showing up for kindergarten snack time to breastfeed.

The recipient of my parenting attempts and efforts is my son Sam.  While I was pregnant, people told me that Sam would be the joy of my life.  I was a smidge concerned because after all I’m not really a “baby person,” but they were right.  Sam is now seven months old, and he is indeed the joy of my and my husband Jack’ s lives.  I want to do this parenting thing right.  (I’ll make mistakes of course; no one is perfect.)  I don’t want to raise Sam a certain way if it is for no other reason than that was the way I was raised.  Frankly, I’m not too thrilled with the way I was raised.  I need to find a new parenting style, a different way of relating to my child.  And it looks like it’s going to have a crunchymunchy flavor.

During my spare few minutes here and there, I’ll be blogging about my trials and experiences with a more crunchymunchy style of parenting.  I expect to cover topics such as sleeping, pacifiers, eating, discipline, gender, and health, to begin with.  Of course as he gets older the issues will change.  I’ll also share a lot of my thoughts on some parenting experts.  I’ve been particularly taken with Alfie Kohn’s book Unconditional Parenting: Moving from Rewards and Punishments to Love and Reason.  I haven’t yet finished it, but I agree with a lot of what Kohn is asserting, and I’m excited to see how his theory works in real life.  Mostly though, I am excited to spend my days with Sam – teaching him, loving him, laughing with him, and showing him the world.  You may not get to go to the farmers market or playgroup with us, but I invite you to laugh, learn, and share in our experiences right here.