Flashback to a shopping trip when my oldest boy was only two. We went to Wal-Mart for some low priced kiddy snacks because after all I was an even younger mom on a tight budget.
I noticed the store was pretty empty, the aisle I was in particularly. Without a second thought I begin whizzing down the aisle making race car noises and my son was ecstatic. As we got close to the end of the aisle I slowed down and said something along the lines of, “hit the brakes,” and made a low screeching sound. An older woman than myself and her daughter rounded the corner and caught the last moments of our shenanigans, I smiled and probably blushed. She then gave me the most judging glance I’ve ever gotten in all my days, I remember it still. Then she proceeded to literally lift her nose into the air and pass me…
It wasn’t my first time feeling judged for my fun form of parenting, it won’t be my last either I’m sure. Still, I can’t understand why anyone feels the right to pass any kind of judgement on someone else’s parenting.
We are all winging it. There is no guide, no written list of rules, no golden advice that works for everyone. All of us, mothers, fathers, step-parents, adoptive parents … We are all just doing our best to raise good kids and have fun doing it.
Personally, unless someone leaves their child on a bus, I probably won’t be caught judging their parenting.