Here's this week's Smartmom from the Brooklyn Paper.

OK. So, Smartmom knows what a bad mom is. And if she wants to know
more, she just has to read one of those hip new bad parenting books she
was talking about last week.

But what’s a good mom? Smartmom certainly knows plenty of them. Or
so she thinks. But what are the common qualities that define them? Is
there just one way to be? Is it like the first line from “Anna
Karenina”: “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is
unhappy in its own way.”

Smartmom doesn’t think so. Good parenting, like bad parenting, is
not a cookie-cutter thing. Not all bad parents are bad in the same way.
Likewise, not all good parents are alike. There are so many flavors and
styles; so many ways to be.

But there must be some basics that insure entry into the Good
Mothers Club. For starters, you’ve got to have the “food, clothing and
shelter” part down pat, and it helps to have a real handle on health,
education and welfare part, too.

Sure, those are the minimum daily requirements. But there are other things, too: Intangibles. Special somethings. That je ne sais quois
that separates the good from the bad. Good mothering, like bad
mothering, is something that happens behind closed doors. There are
plenty of bad parents who do everything right on the outside, but don’t
get the emotional piece. By the same token, there are plenty of good
mothers, whose lives look like train wrecks.

So what’s a good mom?

Buddha knows, psychologists have been grappling with that question
for decades. Freud had his ideas about what constituted good parenting.

So did psychologist Donald Winnicott, who wrote about the
“good-enough mother,” the one who takes the time to carefully witness
(and mirror) her child’s play. And don’t forget Dr. William Sears, the
parenting expertwho coined the phrase “attachment parenting,” a theory
that emphasizes the importance of a child’s emotional bond with parents
during babyhood. According to Sears, secure attachment insures
fulfilling relationships in adulthood.

In other words: watch out, moms — those first few years are a
make-or-break time for your kid’s emotional life. And that’s a lot of
pressure for anyone, especially a postpartum woman.

In 1997, the year that the Oh So Feisty One was born, the work of
Dr. Sears was very much in vogue. For Smartmom, it felt like a non-stop
race to make it in the attachment sweepstakes. This was five years
after Teen Spirit’s birth, and it felt like a different era in terms of
parenting styles. There was pressure to breast-feed 24-7. There were
moms who thought that if they didn’t carry their kid around in one of
those weird sling things, their child would be psychologically damaged.
And those slings were so complicated that Boing Boing offered special
workshops to teach parents how to use them so that they could wear
their babies like a baby kangaroo.

Smartmom pushed OSFO around in a Maclaren stroller and worried that she wasn’t being nurturing enough.

As OSFO grew from newborn to toddler, Smartmom felt pressure to play
with her as much as possible. Even when Smartmom was bone tired and
wanted to nap, even when a really great issue of the New Yorker
beckoned.

Smartmom pushed herself to be the kind of mom who played with
Teletubbies on the floor or made make-believe breakfast at the
make-believe stove.

Now don’t get her wrong. Smartmom loved being around OSFO,
who was as adorable and feisty then as she is now. That’s not the
point. It’s just all this pressure to be a good mom was really getting
her. And making her wonder if she was any good at all.

And many of Smartmom’s friends felt the same way. Some worried
incessantly whether they were “good enough” moms. Her mother’s group
was sometimes a “Can You Top This” about how much time the moms were
spending with their kids and all the educationally fortifying
activities they were doing like Mommy and Me, Gymboree, Music Together,
Music for Aardvarks, gymnastics and even cooking for 1-year-olds.

The mommy group would sometimes reduce Smartmom to feelings of
inadequacy. She remembers being jealous of one mom who made her own
baby food; the one who was teaching her child sign language; and
another one who was still breast-feeding past the 18-month mark. These
were the signposts that Smartmom measured herself by.

And she often fell short.

At home, Smartmom felt guilty when she wanted to check her e-mail or
do some writing in the dining room. But OSFO took care of that. She
learned early on how to turn the computer off. Smartmom discovered that
in order to get some writing done, she could put OSFO in the kitchen
sink, where she loved to play with small plastic bowls in the bubble
bath.

And that’s when Smartmom had a revelation. She realized that she and
OSFO could do parallel play, that much-used phrase from developmental
psychology. They didn’t need to be joined at the hip all the time.
Smartmom could work on a short story, while OSFO engaged in water play
(while Smartmom supervised from a few feet away, of course). Smartmom
would check in on her little dumpling and splash her with some soapy
water and then get back to what she was doing on the computer.

Bingo. They were both happy.

Soon Smartmom was less hard on herself about attachment parenting
and quality time. Some days she would devote to playground play, trips
to the zoo or the children’s museum. Other days, Smartmom needed to
work, see friends, or take care of errands. Just like the baby, she had
needs, too.

Slowly, Smartmom realized that good mothering had less to with
whatever the experts were saying and more to do with what works for you
and your child. For some moms, it’s about wearing a sling. For others,
it’s baking cookies, reading every volume of “A Series of Unfortunate
Events” out loud to their children, or being creative with watercolors
and modeling clay. Still others just want to hang out in the apartment
and do things side by side.

In the final analysis, good mothering is about loving your children,
talking to them and listening to what they have to say. It’s also about
teaching them to be happy, creative people who care about others and
are in tune with themselves. Perhaps most importantly, it’s about
figuring out what works for you and not focusing too much on the way
other people live their lives.

Now, at age 12, OSFO is too big for the kitchen sink now. But she
and Smartmom do spend an inordinate amount of time in the same room
engaged in parallel play: reading, working on the computer, watching
TV. Sometimes they even talk. And sometimes, when Smartmom is very
lucky, they even hug.

And Smartmom likes those times best of all.