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mercredi 28 juin 2017

So You Know, This Is What Happens When You Judge a Mom Who's Trying Her Best

I was standing on a street corner, waiting for the walk signal to light up so that I could head to the local running store in my neighborhood where I was picking up race-day packets for my toddler and her friend, who were "competing" in a 20-yard dash that coming weekend. (Cute, no?) I had my 3-month-old baby on my chest, securely snoozing in a ring sling. I took out my phone, figuring I had another 30 seconds to kill, and perched my sunglasses on top of my head.

That's when I felt it. Someone was tugging on my baby's leg.

I zipped around, and there she was. A middle-aged woman with a disappointed look in her face and my daughter's sockless foot in her hand. (Yep, sockless. I'm sure you know where this is going.) I grabbed hold of my baby's leg and lurched my body away from her as she was talking. I couldn't hear her very well, but what I caught was, ". . . you need to put socks on . . . poor baby is . . . very bad . . ."

I have never been good at dealing with confrontation in the moment, and true to form, I stammered something that only resembled proper English: some semblance of "don't touch! my baby!" and "no, no, no." (Pretty obvious my main companion these days is a baby, amirite?)

Then, clear as day, she said this: "I've been a mom for 24 years. I think I know more than you."

She looked at me incredulously and shook her head. I was in pure shock. I turned back around, my eyes welling up behind my sunglasses. I heard someone say, "Damn!" followed by snickering. Clearly the slow traffic light allowed for an audience to form for this half-minute exchange.

When the walk signal illuminated, I sped across the street, ran my quick errand, and rushed home. I kept replaying the scene in my head over and over. I felt defeated and mortified and guilty for not reacting well. But mostly I felt like a bad mom.

A few hours later, while nursing my baby, she did this thing she does where she stops and looks up at me with this joyful smile splayed across her face. She didn't think I was a bad mom.

Yet this woman, a complete stranger, thought so. She thought she knew more than me. But she didn't.

She thought she knew more than me. But she didn't.

She didn't know that this wasn't my first baby, that I also have another daughter whom I've managed to keep alive for two whole years (no hypothermia of the foot here!). She didn't know that it was my first week back to work after maternity leave and I was exhausted. She didn't know that it was a miracle I had even gotten out of the house, because minutes before she accosted me, my toddler had a potty-training accident, my dog began hysterically barking at construction workers down the block, and my infant spit up all over my feet and the floor as I was trying to secure her in the sling. She didn't know that my husband and I bickered about who was doing more (that day, he was). She didn't know that this short walk - to go pick up a silly kids' race bib - was the highlight of my day, my chance to stretch my legs and breathe in the fresh 75-degree air. She didn't know.

I realized that, yes, this woman knows more than me about raising her kids for the past 24 years. But I know a hell of a lot more than her about mine.

Could I have put socks on my baby? Of course. It was a mistake. Six out of seven days, my baby is in a footed sleeper, but that morning, because I was feeling ambitious ("I can have it all!" I likely thought), I'd dressed her in a cute onesie and pants, and in the rush to get out the door that afternoon, I simply forgot to grab socks.

But could this woman have given me, a fellow mom, the benefit of the doubt? Instead of feeling the overwhelming desire to judge, could she have looked at me - a tired woman with a tiny human strapped to her chest and spoiled breast milk staining her shoes - and decided to simply say, "Beautiful baby" or, just as well, nothing at all? Most definitely.

Sadly, that's not the world we are living in these days.

Oh, if it could be though.

The next time you see a toddler running in the park in February without gloves, the next time you see a kindergartner in a too-light jacket for the weather, or the next time you see a happy baby on a mild Spring day with no socks, try to let it go. We may think we know better than their moms, but trust that they know best.

mercredi 28 juin 2017