Seriously people, can we just get over this judging-other-parents thing? (Disclaimer: this is most definitely an overdone post–deal.) Obviously, if it affects me directly (as Patricia at The Worst Mom Ever so perfectly described, as in, you drop your multiple children at my house unannounced, we may have a problem), or if it potentially scars my kids (can we wait until the little guys are in bed before we recap the gory details of the latest X-rated horror flick?), I won’t be a fan. I’ll definitely scowl and fret about the more glaring oversights in parenting choices, such as questionable abuse or neglect, but outside of this, it’s just not my business.
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Bring the gavel to rest…
Very possible that this post will come across as a straight rant against people who tick me off, but not really sure that I care. I started getting fussed up about this a couple of months ago when I took my kids to the mall for their annual pics at Picture People (yes, I love this place and yes, I’m sure you will hear loads more about it in the future). In my attempt to occupy and appease my daughter, I gave her some goldfish crackers. At one point in her dining experience, she gagged a little over one of the pieces. It happens. She was fine. Apparently Perfect Mom a few feet over did not share this opinion. Her hateful daggers could have burned a hole through my Joovy. Listen lady, I’m thrilled that you have the time and energy to only feed little Johnny pureed foods until he is 16. He will never choke on anything–ever. Good for you. I choose not to keep my blender on stand-by, and I’m okay with that.
Ever since this little goldfish incident, my feathers have been slightly ruffled. Sure, I learn as much as the next mom by hashing out the latest in world of “where is your child going to preschool?” and “how do you handle potty-training?”. But the comparison and subsequent judgement game just gets old after a while. Honestly, as long as you take care of your kid, I don’t really care whether you breast- or bottle-feed. Go you for rocking the cloth diapers, and go you for supporting the Huggies industry. Your toddler has seen Cars 2 so many times he recites the lines in his sleep? You only allow your child any type of screen time for 1/2 hour on Saturday mornings? Great. Excuse me–I’ve got to go figure out dinner for my family tonight.
Point being–I just don’t care. Let me raise my kids and you go raise yours. I think this parenting gig is hard enough that I’m only able to focus on what is in front of me–an extremely energetic little boy and a baby girl who is very busy trying to figure out her world. Anything else just isn’t my place to judge. Even if it were, I doubt I’d have the energy…
Carry on, fellow parents–take care of those kiddos and let those haters at the mall to their own perfection 😉