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The Kangaroo Mom & A Solution

If a Tiger mom forces kids toward routines of hard work -- the pursuit of excellence at the expense of a crushed soul -- what do we call Moms who exhaust themselves to the bone making sure their kids systematically have everything done for them? I'd say this is the Kangaroo Mom: hopping from one place to another, keeping the kids safely in their pouches. Cold outside and the six year old doesnt want to wear a hat, make her wear one so she wont be cold. Wont eat dinner? Hector her into eating. Under the rationale of doing what's fastest or best for the kids, putting them in positions where they never get the chance to feel hungry, get cold, or suffer even the most basic consequences of their actions.

Raised in a life without consequences and what happens? Nothing good: raising kids without consequences leads to entitled kids with a profound lack of self esteem. The message of forcing a seven year old to zip a coat is effectively: "your judgment cant be trusted, even in the most basic things, and you can't figure things out for yourself."

This is why I love this Post story so much: it has a solution: good old 1970's style neglect!

Hey, moms! Be like dads and don’t give a s- -t

Stressed-out moms frazzled to exhaustion by the pursuit of parental perfection, let us dads explain something to you: Do we seem half as frenzied as you?

No. Because we don’t give a s - - t.

As area mom Karol Markowicz put it in The Post, “No longer can a mother park the kid in front of a TV with some warmed-up frozen chicken fingers while she and her friends mix Manhattans. A kid’s dinner today should be local, organic, gluten-free, dairy-free and prepared to a photographic quality by a naturally beautiful mother.”

She adds, “Thanks to social media and sharing, not only will the perfect homemaker show you her photos of little Penelope’s perfect ‘Frozen’ birthday party, but also where to buy the milk in glass bottles with colored paper straws, where to get the printables for seating cards and how to painstakingly construct that life-sized Queen Elsa cake.”

There was an exhausted-mom novel along these lines a few years ago called, “I Don’t Know How She Does It” by Allison Pearson. I read the first two pages and thought, “I don’t know why she does it.”

The protagonist of the book, Kate Reddy, is beautiful, talented, rich and has a high-powered job in banking. (The author, Pearson, is beautiful, smart, talented, rich and married to New Yorker film critic Anthony Lane.) What’ve they got to complain about? Only everything, it turns out.

Sarah Jessica Parker starred in “I Don’t Know How She Does It,” a 2011 film based on Allison Pearson’s exhausted-mom novel of the same name.Photo: Craig Blankenhorn

Markowicz writes that any mom who doesn’t jog along on the matronly marathon of nonstop fretting risks the disapproval of other moms — but gently suggests that true perfection happens when you aren’t looking for it.

Think like a man. Don’t give a s - - t about what the preschool drop-off coven is saying about you.
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