One of the interesting things I noticed when I moved from a large city to small town was an increase in interest. While most people in the large city wouldn't even open a door from me when I came up lugging a baby carrier and a bag full of groceries, people in a small town watch every move I make when I'm with my children. I'm not sure what they are watching for, perhaps they think one of my children will sprout wings or throw up on the post office floor (actually a distinct possibility,) but none of those things should concern them.
The comments started when I was pregnant. Positive things, like "Wow, you must be exited," to (with my third child,) "Don't you know what causes that?" Somehow, having kids makes you an instant conversation piece. I am a pretty friendly person and don't have a problem talking to strangers, but just because I have children does not mean it's o.k. to be rude.
I love, love, love being a mom. I've read lots of parenting books and gone to lots of great parents for advice (including my own.) I do not always get it right. I have made horrendous mistakes. I have dealt with:
The other day, I was at the splash pad in town. Someone had brought several water guns for the kids to play with. And who was the terrible mom, yelling to her kids they couldn't play with the guns? Me. I was out there, getting soaked, prying them out of my kid's fingers. It's not that I'm anti-gun, I just know my kid's limitations. And they don't do well with weapons of any kind. They will start throwing them or swinging them eventually.
I could see the look on all the parent's faces. I just knew they were thinking about how mean I was. How my poor children probably only had rocks and sticks to play with at home.
Then I decided, I just don't care. People are going to judge because it's their nature to judge. I will probably have people judge me for some of the things in this blog post. But until you have walked in a mom's shoes, with HER children, there is no way you can possibly understand.
So get over it.
The comments started when I was pregnant. Positive things, like "Wow, you must be exited," to (with my third child,) "Don't you know what causes that?" Somehow, having kids makes you an instant conversation piece. I am a pretty friendly person and don't have a problem talking to strangers, but just because I have children does not mean it's o.k. to be rude.
I love, love, love being a mom. I've read lots of parenting books and gone to lots of great parents for advice (including my own.) I do not always get it right. I have made horrendous mistakes. I have dealt with:
- My 2 and 4 year old running off in towards the river (in two different directions!)
- My 5 year old throwing fits so violent I couldn't get him in the car until he calmed down.
- My 14 month old throwing his shoe at a cashier
- My child peeing in a dressing room because he told his brother he could go potty first.
The other day, I was at the splash pad in town. Someone had brought several water guns for the kids to play with. And who was the terrible mom, yelling to her kids they couldn't play with the guns? Me. I was out there, getting soaked, prying them out of my kid's fingers. It's not that I'm anti-gun, I just know my kid's limitations. And they don't do well with weapons of any kind. They will start throwing them or swinging them eventually.
I could see the look on all the parent's faces. I just knew they were thinking about how mean I was. How my poor children probably only had rocks and sticks to play with at home.
Then I decided, I just don't care. People are going to judge because it's their nature to judge. I will probably have people judge me for some of the things in this blog post. But until you have walked in a mom's shoes, with HER children, there is no way you can possibly understand.
So get over it.