What is it about parenting that makes everyone go all Judgey McJudge?
Well, not everyone, but more specifically, me.
No, in fact, everyone. Everyone does this.
OK I admit I was quite judgemental beforehand, in a “well that outfit isn’t very suitable for work now, is it?” kind of way, but with motherhood this tendency seems to have gone stratospheric.
Take our weekly swimming class for example; it’s a veritable showcase of all the things I can get judgey about: four year olds with dummies, baby girls clad in head to toe pink outfits, babies wearing jewellery. The list is endless. And on Wednesday at Baby Club I almost had to slap myself when I started getting all judgey over a three week old guzzling a huge bottle of formula. For all I know, it might not have even been formula. It could have been condensed milk for all I knew, but the point is why should I care? It’s blatantly NONE OF MY BUSINESS. I think I am turning into this woman.
Yes I am getting a bit obsessed with this blog. I think it appeals to my judgemental side. I quite liked it while it was banging on about things that I already do and Why They Are The Best Way of Doing Things and Everyone Else Is Wrong, e.g. breastfeeding, co-sleeping and hating on all baby books ever written, but my new found love (and smugness) quickly turned to disappointment when a post appeared which detailed why “married parents are the best parents.”
Clearly I am not, after all, doing everything right.
Or maybe I should just take the words of someone who calls themselves “The Alpha Parent” and illustrates their blog with a picture of a mother with a halo, Virgin Mary style, apparently with no trace of irony, with a pinch of salt. What’s that halo about anyway? If anyone is like the Virgin Mary, clearly it’s me. I bet the Alpha Parent didn’t have an immaculate conception. Perhaps I should write a post about why parents who have immaculate conceptions are the best parents, as clearly all this judgemental motherhood is just all of us desperately trying to justify our own personal life choices, whether they be marriage, breast/formula feeding, babywearing, baby led weaning or being Gina Ford. Or maybe we should just all accept that there are a million and one acceptable ways of doing things, and we should all just be nice to each other. What a revolutionary idea. At least that way the Daily Mail would definitely go out of business.