When I had a baby, I instantlyturned into a self-assured "ideal" mother. I had the perfect boy, and I knew exactly how I wanted to grow it. He will never fight, swear, will be polite, and I will always gently and confidently cope with his mood swings. I could not believe how badly some parents let their children behave in public. And mothers who scream at their children? How can they do this. It's clear that a child needs to be treated as an equal. I was going to raise a kind, sympathetic and intelligent child.
A photo: GettyImages I criticized moms who do not get up at night to a crying baby. I condemned everyone: mothers who fed the mixture, moms who had planned cesarean, moms who spanked children, moms who fed the children with unhealthy food. I had all the answers. Or so I thought. And then suddenly reality hit me a blow. My ideal boy turned into an incredibly complex preschooler. I do not understand how it happened. Now I have become a "one" mamu.Tu most, with an uncontrolled child. Who looks like she did not use makeup for several years. Now, that does not bring the child to other children, for fear of what her son can throw out. the child fights, spits, curses and throws sand. To the one whose child runs across the road, because he decided to run away while she puts her older / younger brother in the car. That which sometimes screams. That which falls into despair. The one that feeds the baby a bag of chips because she needs five minutes of silence. That left the four-month-old baby alone crying on the bed, because she does not know what else to do. Whoever sticks in the phone while walking in the park, because she needs interaction with adults and correspondence with her sister - the only thing that keeps her sane. That which closes in the room and cries because she can not cope with her four-year-old beshenkom. Aha. It's me. I did everything (or almost everything), for which I condemned the other moms. Now I'm on the other side of the barricades and see everything quite different. I'm sorry that I once condemned my mothers for choosing what they did. Being a mother is not easy. It is very tiring and often lonely. Maternity is worse than studying in high school. Worse than the church school for girls (believe me, I know what I'm talking about!)
Photo:GettyImagesWe never know why a mom makes the choices she does. I have one wish: that moms would set aside their preconceptions and subjective ideas about what a perfect mom is and reach out to others. None of us are perfect. We’re all trying our best. And that mom with her tantrum-throwing three-year-old needs a reassuring pat on the back, not a judgmental look. That mom on her phone, ignoring her toddler at the playground, might be in dire need of company because she’s been home alone with her baby all week. That mom who posts something on Facebook every hour might need support — and have no other way to ask for it. Let’s realize that none of us are perfect. And let’s stop judging each other.
