This is us as new-ish parents. We didn’t know what we were doing. I had never heard of the Mommy Wars. I didn’t have great luck breastfeeding, so I did halfsies with the bottle. He was born in a hospital, he got vaccinated, he went to daycare. I don’t think that in a million years I would have thought anybody else but us would have cared what we chose to do with our own child, or judged us, or even spent one second thinking about our decisions. I think that being a new mom these days would be really hard because everybody gets all freaky deaky about everybody else’s stuff.
I’m posting at Scary Mommy today and I may rant a bit about the whole concept of the “Mommy Wars” and I may get a little excited. And I say the F word. Sorry Ma, seemed appropriate at the time. But, in all seriousness, I do feel like there has been a lot of emphasis put on our differences as parents and maybe especially as mothers. Lets just give each other a break, right? I think our kids are pretty darn lucky to be where they are at in time and whether or not we decide to circumcise them or breastfeed them or teach them that a stuffed Elf comes alive during the holidays isn’t going to make or break them. Well, unless you are one of those Train Them Up parenting people. That stuff is just whack and you should all be nicer to your kids.
Read at your own risk;
“It seems to me that all of us are getting super sick of ragging on each about our choices as moms. I think we have reached a point where we need to grab the hand of the woman closest to us and just say F@#* It. I don’t care if your kid sleeps in your bed with you until they are 100 years old or if they have never slept for one second of one minute by your side. F#&*^ it. I don’t care if your feed your kid baby formula or Kombucha tea or Spam or if you feed them the old-fashioned boob way. I just don’t care. I don’t live your life, so I don’t care.”
And then I get nicer and Kumbaya-ish so you can read the rest here.