I see mom-blog posts all the time about how moms constantly judge each other, and that we should all stop with the mommy wars and hug. I totally agree. Except, I’m probably judging you right now.
It’s not what you think. I couldn’t care less if your baby wears disposable diapers or if woven wraps just aren’t for you. Really. Why am I judging? Because I assume you’re judging me. How could you not?
I assume you’re judging me because you’re in amazing shape, even though your baby is only 4 months old, and I’m over here, clearly overweight (and to top it all off, probably snacking on something). You’re probably wondering why I have no self-control and what pathetic excuses I must have.
I assume you’re judging me as I feed my kid some cheese and a package of pre-sliced fruit from Quik Trip. You only feed your kid the best of the best organic/local/free-range cuisine that (lots) of money can buy. You’re probably wondering why I didn’t make enough time in the morning to make an actual balanced lunch with quality food. I must not care that much.
I assume you’re judging me when the topic of conversation turns to activities our little ones are involved in. Oh, your daughter is in gymnastics, takes swim lessons, belongs to a weekly playgroup, and you fill in all the gaps with days at the park? You’re probably feeling awful for my poor, bored, under-stimulated kiddo. He’s not even part of an actual class. I must be really poor or lazy. Probably both.
Except, you’re probably not even noticing any of these things. You’re just trying to make sure your kid doesn’t take something from my kid. I’ve turned you into an uppity, judgmental jerk in my mind. That’s not fair at all, and I’m sorry. You’re probably really cool. In fact, you’re probably thinking I’m judging your hair or something. I’m not, I swear. I’m just over here trying to make sure my kid doesn’t eat something off the floor.