posted by: gretchen
When I take my kids to the playground, there are always other children running around. I don’t know much about them, other than one should tie his laces and another has her shirt on inside out and appears to be mad for purple popsicles.
I don’t know if he was breastfed or bottlefed.
I don’t know if her mom used cloth diapers.
The parents and caregivers of the children are usually scattered. Some sit on benches and watch from a distance. Others are more hands-on. Some downright hover. Others yak on cell phones. I can observe them and pass judgments based on how attuned to their children they appear. I notice what kind of car they parked in the nearby lot or if they walked from the direction of the beige subdivision. I have no idea where they work or why they work or why they don’t work.
I know nothing about any of them.
I can remember how I fed my children or why I chose to do it that way. I know my kids survived and thrived with googly-eyed monsters on their diapers, which I gladly threw away. It’s foolish to project my biases and experiences onto strangers, but I do. Your story is one I don’t know, unless you chose to tell me. But beware. We moms have the tendency to think our way is the best. We are armed with statistics, anecdotes, and articles from the right publications which we fire like bullets.
We miss, and miss again. Moms on playgrounds, websites, produce departments, and toy aisles are such poor shots.
It’s hard to aim when you’re on a high horse.
Do you have parenting biases you are willing to admit?