Posts Tagged ‘moms’

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“I can’t believe your 15 month old still drinks milk from a bottle.”

“Oh my god! You didn’t even TRY to breast feed your children? What a shame. They have missed out on one of life’s most precious gifts.”

“I never use baby powder on my child. I don’t want him to suffocate.”

“I can’t believe you’re forward facing you child. She isn’t even 2 yet! What if you get in a car accident?”

“You let your child have a cookie as a treat sometimes? She will definitely be a diabetic.”

Listen…  entitled mom… Go to hell!

I am a good mom and my children are happy and healthy. Leave me alone. Why must you judge? What makes you so special and so important that you can bash every mother who doesn’t do things by the book, or the way YOU do things? What are you trying to prove?

I will not apologize to you, for not taking your advice. I will not feel bad for not doing things the way you do them, because I am not you, and I never want to be you! I never want to make other moms feel inferior or bad for not being the most up to date mom around.  I will never make snide remarks if I hear a mother say she sometimes bribes her kids with food, just for a moments peace, after a long day!

I don’t fit your standards of perfection. I will never be perfect. I never want to be perfect. Sometimes I make decisions – knowing they AREN’T perfect, just to make other moms feel like it’s alright to NOT follow the norm! I’m sick and tired of seeing moms judge each other – constantly (I’m sure some dads are judgemental assholes, as well.. but today we’re talking about the moms).

What gives you the right to look at another woman and tell her she’s wrong, and make her feel like the worst mom alive, just because she uses a blanket to cover her baby at night, instead of the new and trendy sleep sack (which apparently significantly decreases the chances of a baby dying of SIDS. How am I even here? How did my mom survive as a baby? How did her mom survive? The blankets didn’t kill them… *gasp*).

Guess what? I’m not perfect.. did you hear that the first time I said it? No mother is perfect. A lot of us try.. and as long as our kids are safe and cared for, what’s the problem? Why waste energy worrying about all of the things you’re doing wrong when you could be rolling around on the floor with your two year old, having the time of your life? Who makes you feel like a bad mom? I’m pretty sure it’s not you.. it’s the people around you, trying to influence the way you do things.

I’m writing this on behalf of all of the moms who feel unconfident. The moms who cry at the end of the day, because they feel like a failure. This is for the moms who constantly feel pressure to be the stereotypical mom, but feel like they can’t get it right. I’m writing this for all of the moms who try so hard to be the best mom they can possibly be, only to end up being beat down, every day  by another woman who thinks she is God.

I personally DO NOT give a rats ass what anyone thinks of MY parenting skills, but I know some moms really struggle. Always remember – no one knows your situation. No one knows the in’s and out’s of your life, on a daily basis. Only you can make the decisions that are right for you and your family! Keep it up! You’re doing a great job!

We should be raising each other up, not putting each other down! Being a mom is a hell of a hard job – especially the first time around (let me tell you, I remember having a my first child, like it was yesterday, and it wasn’t easy).

I’m not trying to bully “entitled moms” but I’m also not afraid to take a stand against them. What happens in your home when no ones watching, all knowing mother? Did you just give your child a cookie? I bet most entitled moms are far from perfect. Who knows why they NEED to constantly point out our “faults”.

As hard as it may be, we just need to ignore these women. Some people will never change and never know how to properly treat other people. I’m pretty sure all of the psychologists offices across the world would be filled on the daily if all of these women had to seek help for their mass of insecurities.
Please just keep being the awesome mom that you are. Never let anyone belittle you. We all struggle as mothers from time to time and the pressures of society only intensify things.

Never give up!

I want to apologize for the frankness of this post, but I just can’t bring myself to do so. It is what it is, and it is my opinion. We’re all in this together!
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DS

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Remember being ten years old, and thinking you could be Wonder Woman? Some day you would finish school, and magically fly to some super hero school, countries away, to learn how to master awesome super powers, and be schooled in dressing like the most kick ass woman alive. You didn’t know where this country was, nor were you really sure what the word country meant. It could have meant walking to the next town or taking a 5 year long trip in a rocket ship to mars… either way – you were going there. You wanted to be her and you would do whatever it took to be her!

As a child, posters of this amazing woman were plastered across your walls. She stood on your shelf in the form of an action figure and was locked in your heart as a strong woman who could always save the day. You wanted more than anything to be just like her.

As you grew older, you watched the boys in your class get picked on for still admiring super heroes, so you sadly replaced her with other women. Strong women. Women who grabbed life by the horns and never looked back.

By your mid teens your new role model was Angelina Jolie, a woman reminiscent to Wonder Woman, and just as ballsy as her popular movie character Lara Croft. She wasn’t really Wonder Woman but she would do for now.

High school was slowly coming to an end. This meant you would need to make a decision – fast. You were now well aware that your fantasy Super Hero Academy didn’t exist, and you would have to move on to other endeavours. This scared you. Your whole life you wanted to be this amazing woman and now you had to pick a career. Any career. It was life. You had no choice, it was time to leave your family and grow up.

Years went by. You tried different careers (none of which made you feel whole), hoping to find happiness. They didn’t allow you to be the woman you were – deep down inside. Where was your lasso of truth hiding? How could you find justice for all? What could you do to teach the world of love, peace and sexual equality.

You studied Criminology, thinking you would finish as a Wonder Woman replica, one who wore a police officer uniform. You weren’t a right fit. You were too soft. Physically and emotionally. You didn’t train yourself well enough in previous years. How could you be an amazing, strong woman if you didn’t know how to be one? You had failed.

Then one night, as you held your crying toddler, you became flooded with happiness and realization. Every day of your life you show your children love. You show your kids how important it is to always tell the truth – no matter the situation. You watch as your 6 year old runs up to you as fast as he can and apologizes for telling a white lie – without any coaxing. These little humans have given you the gift you have always wanted. They have allowed you to be a super hero. They know how to be honest, because of the lessons you have taught them. They know how to love whole heartedly because they have felt your undying love. They flourish in a home that is safe and caring, because you have made it your priority to keep them cared for and unafraid. They stand up for the underdog, because you taught them that no one should stand alone.

All of these years I’ve (yes, I said I’ve.. SURPRISE!) tried so hard to be this amazing, strong, super hero type of person. I couldn’t wait to wear the blue, red and yellow uniform and save the day whenever I was faced with a dangerous or compromising situation. I achieved my dream…

…I am Wonder Woman! I may not be the Wonder Woman I imagined I’d be, but I am a super hero to my children. I don’t need a crown, to be a role model. I don’t need to have super powers to change the world. No one does. Anyone can be a super hero. All it takes is a caring heart and drive to make the world a better place.

For now, I will keep dying my hair black and teaching my kids right from wrong. This super hero has a big job ahead – teaching future super heroes how to save the world!

Perception really is an amazing thing. Life is wonderful – don’t ever let anything hold you back from being who you’re meant to be!

DS