Why must I judge?
As I was driving home from MJ’s house today (and going through my old neighborhood, SOB), I saw a mother with her son. Aw, how cute, I thought. Then I saw how the son was dressed-backwards Sox cap with the stiff brim, jacket, baggy jeans, and some bling…he was maybe 3 years old. Wow, I thought again, why would you dress such a young kid like that? Then I realized how awfully hypocritical I was being. Here I dress E in babyGap, Ralph Lauren, the preppy stuff, and it’s the same, just all preppy and not all hip hoppy. Why would I think that what I do is any different than what that mother does?
What is wrong with me?!? I am very judgmental, as discussed before. I try, REALLY try not to judge, but somehow it’s impossible. I do think I’ve gotten better with time, that I’m not nearly as bad as I used to be, but I want to be even better. Hey, at least today I noticed the lack of consistency in my thoughts…that’s an improvement.
bugaBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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!
