I realized recently that I have a pretty low threshold for what I think makes a good mom. Really, as long as you're not doing your child harm for the long run, I think you're probably a good mom. I don't care if you breastfeed until your kid is 10 or give your child formula. I don't care if you put your kid in day care the day after he/she comes home from the hospital or you spend every waking moment with your child and don't ever leave its side until the day your child goes to college. I don't care if you spank, and I don't care if you do some kind of psychic mind control over your child as your form of discipline. I don't care if you homeschool and I don't care if you send your kid to public school.
What does bother me, however, is a mom who thinks she's better than another mom because she has made different choices for her child. A good mom does what she thinks is best for the entire family for the long term. A bad mom does not. Still, bad moms do exist.
One of them commented this morning on an old blog post, with a comment that just smacked of condescension. Whatever, that's kinda this person's style. What is incredibly laughable is that 99% of this person's comments call my parenting style into question. This person is a bit of an alcoholic so I can usually brush it off as her being halfway through with her nightly box of wine, but this one came in just after 9 this morning, so I will have faith that she wasn't drunk yet.
When you read this blog post, you person that I'm talking about, know that even on my worst day, I am a better mother than you. I spent the night in a mental hospital last year, and on that night, I was a better mother than you. I confronted my demons and continue to do so today; you act as thought your demons don't exist and say that they help you sleep.
I am a better mother than you have ever been. I am a better aunt than you are. I will be a better grandmother than you are. I am, simply, an all around better woman than you are.
I have asked you many, many times not to comment on my blog or otherwise attempt to contact me. I am certain that you were drunk when you received those requests, so I'll forgive you. This is actually the first time I've responded to you in probably 5 years. You'll probably comment on this blog and whiiiiiine about how much I hate you. You'll probably whiiiiiine to everyone around you about how much I hate you. Yeah, I don't hate you. 99% of the time, I don't think about you. When I get 99% of your comments, I delete them (after showing them to a few people who know you and laugh about them right along with me) and don't think about them again. You caught me on a good day today, what can I say?
Please, don't ever call my parenting style into question again, because it is simply laughable from you, and I will never, ever take it into consideration. Taking parenting advice from you would be like taking healthy cooking advice from Paula Dean. Like taking marital advice from Tiger Woods.
So, once again, I'm telling you. Do not comment on my blog. Do not e-mail me. Do not call me. Do not talk to other people about me. After I hit "publish post," I'm going to go right back to ignoring your existence and deleting your sporadic, condescending comments. Do us all a favor and ignore my existence, mkay?
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