Motherhood, a short poem:
So much didn't
depend on
breastfeeding;
rather,
pacifiers.
Motherhood, an explanation:
Motherhood has been joyous, beautiful, and exhausting. It's also temperamental, uneven, and fraught with uncertainty and the inability to shield oneself from judgment. And boy, is there judgment. There's judgment from family, friends, and total strangers who don't know the first thing about you.
And what's more, I still continue to judge people I don't know. I try not to, but I can't help thinking evil thoughts about people who don't vaccinate their kids or being grossed out by people who kiss-feed their kids. Just as often, I find myself wondering, why bother? Who does it hurt?
My parenting philosophy has been changed to: do what works for you and your family.
