There are plenty of blogs, posts, and editorials about being a stay-at-home parent or a working parent.
Then there’s the parent shaming and judging. Of course no one would ever intentiinally endanger their child by letting them loose into a gorilla cage, wading with alligators, or leaving them in a hot locked car. Does anyone remember the mother who claimed a dingo stole her baby?
Yes there are mentally unbalanced people, no one is perfect but I’m not about to cast the first stone!
Recently I’ve thought about the parable, (or is it a fable?) of the man, his son, and the donkey. Long in the short of it A man and his son are traveling with their donkey and as they Journey the hear other people’s opinions on how they are traveling. By the end of the story they have travelled in various positions the boy riding on the donkey the man riding on the donkey both of them riding on the donkey and none of them riding on the donkey all to appease the people as they passed by.
Why are we so concerned with the opinions of others on how we are living our lives? Most of these people, as with the man and the boy in the parable, are only passing through our lives and yet we allow them to have so much sway over our choices.
As I’ve said before, I consider myself a granola mom, not completely crunchy. We cloth diaper, yes it takes a bit more effort than disposable diapers but I can’t even begin to tell you how much money I’ve saved in 14 months! When we first decided to cloth diaper I had some nay sayers. I’m delighted we didn’t listen.
What am I getting at? What works for one person may not work for another. Baby wearing vs strollers. Nursing vs formula. Co-sleeping vs bed training. Hand holding vs child pack leash. This list goes on, but I think you are starting to understand.
My way of parenting isn’t THE end all be all best way to raise kids. I don’t believe there is only one right or best way to raise kids. Heck my own kids get raised differently. Baby K is the only one we’ve cloth diapered.
Yes we all want out kids to be safe, healthy and well adjusted. However, no one is perfect or has all the answers. Each and every one of us as parents is still learning how to be out best version of a parent.
So to that I ask: Can we just all be parents again? Let’s quit judging the mom yelling at her kids at the store. Stop shaming the mom in the corner of the restaurant trying to nurse her fussy child. Instead of pointing at the dad trying to figure out which formula he needs while a toddler is pulling items off the shelf, HELP!
Offer the mom a knowing glance. Give dad a hand. Help each other up instead of putting each other down.
In the meantime I’m going to continue cleaning up my family’s messes, and teaching my kids how to help.