BarefootinBoston

I just finished reading Momzillas and enjoyed it quite a bit. I don’t have to deal with such uber moms on a regular basis but know how they can be. My favorite quote (however insightful it may be) was:

You can run but you can’t hide. Momzillas are everywhere. Some might compete about being thin, or having better dressed kids, but others compete about being cooler or a better breast feeder.

Ever since having E, I feel that I have judged other mothers less. Prior to his birth, I would always think, sometimes even say, all the things that I wouldn’t do that I had seen other mothers doing. After having E, I began to understand that you do what you must to get by and can see how mothers would do things that didn’t seem to make sense. I wish that I could say that with that realization I no longer judge. What?! Me no longer judging people? Something world changing would have to happen for me to stop judging, but I can say that I now judge mothers a whole lot less than I used to!

I guess the title of this post was to reflect on some mothers and the importance of image. I guess having a Bugaboo stroller is the ultimate waste for me to imagine. Don’t get me wrong-if I were given a Bugaboo, I would use it, and probably enjoy it. But I cannot even fathom spending almost 10 Benjamin’s on a stroller. Maybe because we don’t own a house yet, maybe because I’m all about the bargain hunting, but to spend such a large sum of money on a stroller is something I can never understand.

And apparently I did pretty well with the NBA teams-I missed only 6, not bad, not bad!