For All Those Who Don’t Have it All Together
I got your message. I hate what happened to you this past week. You were judged as a parent by a bystander. An old man watched you chase your toddler into the street and chastise him. He called out to you and warned you not to be so hard on your little guy, lest you break him.
It hurt, this flash judgment. He didn’t know the context, how you’d warned your child twice already, how he knew your expectations and deliberately ignored them. That man doesn’t know the doubts you feel as a mom, how you fear failure and falling short and how you live on a constant diet of self-doubt and worry.
You vented to me, then you wrote and said that I seemed to “have it together more” as a parent, and to have a great marriage to boot.
I am so sad and sorry that I have projected the image that I “have it together.” (I need to do some thinking about why/how I do that.) If we were having this conversation in person I would look you in the eye and tell you that is hogwash.