“We worry what others think. Why we didn’t get the invite. We over-analyze texts. We see glances, hear whispers, and assume they’re directed at us. People aren’t always going to agree with you. In fact, some people aren’t going to like you for no other reason than because they can.”
‘I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m too loud. Too quiet. A mom who could lose a few pounds. We try so hard to bend 50 different ways to fit a mold. But, why? For what?’
‘No, mommy. You obey ME!’ My son was LOSING. HIS. MIND. Tears were flowing, arms flailing. He threw his sandwich on the ground in protest. All I could think was, ‘I’m failing.’
“Mom shamers lined up with judgemental eyes. The grocery line was never-ending. My friend and her sweet, well-behaved daughter began quietly cleaning up their lunch. ‘If you do it this way, they wouldn’t be acting like that.’ Within five minutes, I raised my white flag.”
