I'll never forget the day one of my closest friends marched her son over to my house to apologize to my son for some minor transgression. While I don't recall what her son had done to offend, I remember it was a Sunday morning and my son was wearing plaid madras shorts and a Polo shirt.
The Missouri legislature is currently considering the enactment of legislation that would define frozen embryos as human life.
My mom was a stay-at-home mom, and her mom was a stay-at-home mom. This is one legacy I don't want my daughter to carry on -- I want more for her than that. At 10, I remember thinking, I want to be just like my mom, except I want to have a life. Yet here I am.
And the cycle of judgement, shame and guilt is continued through another sanctimonious Facebook post. I wonder if the dreaded mom-guilt actually originated as a result of mom-judging?
"We're all just doing the best we can as moms and hoping it's enough."
We moms are handling the hardest job in the world: raising children. The challenges we face day to day are hard enough without being judged by other moms. And this is what these judging mommy blogs and social posts are all about -- the need to feel superior and show people how perfect you are and how imperfect everyone else is.
Going through this with her makes me see other parents that I used to judge fairly harshly on a completely different level. You'd never think, looking at my daughter, I wonder if she'd just suffered a tremendous loss?