“Dear Woman Behind Me in the Checkout Line: Here’s What I Wish I’d Said to You.”
Dear Woman behind Me in the Checkout Line at the Grocery Store:
First off, congratulations! I don’t think I’ve had that much judgment heaped on me in such a short amount of time since I was in the middle school locker room changing for gym class. Thanks for that. I didn’t have an opportunity to respond to your comments earlier, so I will use this forum in hopes that it will get back to you.
1) Yes, my son did not have socks or shoes on. If you had been in the cereal aisle with us, you would have seen him fling them off with glee. Since he was riding in the cart rather than walking, I chose to put them in my purse rather than get into a power struggle with him over this. There’s a lot to be said for choosing your battles, especially with a toddler.
2) Yes, his feet were a little dirty. I do not enforce wearing shoes while in the house, and I would rather spend my time playing and interacting with my son than fighting the never-ending battle of trying to keep a toddler squeaky-clean at all times. I want my and my son’s memories of his childhood to include tickles until we’re both breathless from laughter, cuddles whenever possible, and running around the house and the yard playing endless games. This, in my mind, is preferable to missing those moments in lieu of constantly cleaning, scrubbing the floors, and freaking out when he is dirty again after approximately 2.89 seconds of being out of the bathtub.
3) My son was not screaming at you. Yes, he was a little loud — again, he is a toddler and we are working on the concept of an indoor voice. If you had happened to notice anything else about the interaction other than the volume, such as the huge grin on his face that shows off his new teeth or the cute little wave he does where it looks like one hand clapping, you would have realized that he was trying to say “hi” to you.
Here’s the thing: parenting is hard. While that statement might sound cliché, this is the toughest task I have ever undertaken. I have been pushed so far beyond my preconceived limits at times, and found strength and endurance I did not even believe was possible before I had my child. Here’s another truth: shame and judgment do not help anyone. They only serve to build walls and create divisions between us until we are all isolated on our own “parenting island,” anxious to even seek out information or advice for fear of bringing more judgment upon ourselves and exposing ourselves as vulnerable.
I know that I’m not perfect. I make mistakes and I may make choices that others wouldn’t. I’m simply trying to do the best I can to raise this little person I have been entrusted with. If you observed my parenting beyond 5 minutes in the grocery store that you based your snap judgment on, you might have had a different opinion. I feel bad that you have so much bitterness in your heart that you feel compelled to pass judgment on complete strangers.
Think of how different things might be if, instead of reacting to others and their parenting choices with shame and judgment, we responded instead with empathy and support or simply with the understanding that the overwhelming majority of the time, the choices others make have literally no impact on our lives, and we do not know the whole story which influences those decisions.
I hope you get this message and that you can resolve whatever it is that makes you feel and act this way.
One Proud, Loving Momma Who is Trying Hard to be “Good Enough”
Note: After this woman took it upon herself to try and shame me publicly last week, I was surprised at how many parents I shared this incident with said, “That’s happened to me, too!” or “I know what you mean — and it hurts so much.” In fact, almost every mom and dad I talked with described at least one public experience of others yelling, glaring, whispering about them and/or their child, or receiving direct criticism from strangers. I wrote this letter in response to the woman who yelled at me (I was too flustered to say all of this in the moment, unfortunately), and to let other parents in this situation know you’re not alone — and that yes, we’re doing the best we can. —Rebecca