My Judgy Mom Confession

I was that judgy mom we all hate.

I’ve never publicly admitted this but I was a judgy mom in my 20’s.  In fact, I’m pretty sure my judgy Mom status started before I had my first child. When she was born I wanted everything to perfect. House cleaned, her outfits picture perfect, my hair done and my nails done.  Back then, I managed to wash my hair, blow dry and straighten it all in one morning.  It wasn’t until my son was born when I realized – ain’t nobody got time for that! 

The judgy mom in me

 The 20-something me was determined to “stay cool”.  I remember a few times feeling embarrassed while shopping at the mall and struggling to get my stroller through the many clothing racks as the kid-free, 20-something girls were checking out itty-bitty booty shorts. 

When I saw or heard of the mom who lets her kids eat cookies or juice for breakfast, I judged. That is  lazy, cook breakfast or give that kid a piece of fruit. 
 
Now, On those real crazy days I find myself giving my kids a bag of Entenman’s mini-muffins for breakfast, cereal for dinner and the one I still judge myself for – putting food on the coffee table so my one year old can eat while I’m zooming back and fourth doing housework. 
 
If I was at the grocery store and saw a mom trying to fend off her 2 screaming kids as she was rushing through each aisle I thought, get your kids in check lady. There is no way I would let my child act like that. Now, I am that Mom. I shamelessly open the package of crackers, apple slices or even gummy bears (gasp!) just to keep my one-year old from having a catastrophic meltdown at Target. 
 
Make-up done, hair straightened judgy me.

Make-up done, hair straightened judgy me.

The judgy mom pants are off

Funny how things change the more kids we have and the older we get. Honestly, I’m still guilty of unconsciously judging. I keep it to myself but it’s still wrong. I know people judge me for some of my own parenting choices and philosophies. To them I say, shame on you for judging another Mom. Take your judgy pants off and offer understanding, grace and kindness.
 
The 20-something me was a pretty cool and put together Mom. But the 30-something me is much more care-free, gracious and understanding. Let’s not forget that I can rock a pretty awesome messy bun – daily
 
 
A better version of the 20-something me with the famous messy bun.

A better version of the 20-something me, rockin’ the famous messy bun.

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4 Responses to My Judgy Mom Confession

  1. Carmen January 5, 2017 at 12:46 pm #

    Great article! ,!!

  2. Lequita
    Lequita January 6, 2017 at 1:40 pm #

    You are so right! Raising kids is no cake walk. We wear ourselves thin trying to be perfect, and we wound other mothers when we criticize them. None of us have it all together. At the end of the day, some of the things we are consumed with really aren’t that important.

  3. Heather January 7, 2017 at 11:45 am #

    Good for you, realizing what’s important! (We all need daily reminders). Congrats on beating Cancer!!!