Judging My Kids
To the childless man who judged me today, and all the other that have come before him the last three years: stop judging me and my kids for their shitty tantrums.
Am I enjoying their tantrum? No.
Am I in control of their tantrum? No.
Am I holding them and waiting for their tantrum to pass? Yes.
Am I a bad mother because my kid has a tantrum? Absolutely fucking not.
My kid is a tiny human with a lot of feelings. My kid is a tiny human who doesn’t fully understand all her feelings and how to handle them yet. My kid is not a shitty kid for crying, screaming – aka releasing those feelings.
Guess what? You were once a kid who most likely threw the same shitty tantrums too.
So next time you see a kid flailing on the ground, or crying in the stroller, or screaming for a treat, w h a t e v e r, just keep waking.
Not your kid, not your problem.