I don’t get it.
Now, i’ve written before here and here about other people making innappropriate comments about my kid when he gets all screamy in public. So no worries that this is going to be another volatile rant. I mean, it could turn into one, but that isn’t my plan.
What i don’t get is that parenting for some folks seems to be some sort of competition. An Olympic sport, if you will, with hidden judges behind every bush and mailbox waiting to enter their scores for both the technical and the creative. Only i can never see these judges. either a) they’re really wiley or b) THEY DON’T FUCKING EXIST.
oop, sorry. almost got ranty there.
Now, i will admit i’m spared alot of this because i am anti social. And i despise talking to other moms about anything other than how to mix the perfect gibson. But sometimes you get stuck in that situation where you just have to hear about Billy’s new probiotics or the fact that Jasmine was NEVER put in a swing. I swear i’m gonna start looking around more when they tell me these things to see if i can spy one of the judges lurking about.
Maybe it’s autism that has changed my view. I mean–it’s NICE and all what you are doing with your typical kid, but 9 times out of ten, it involves something that wouldn’t apply/work/interest my kid. Or, its something that would make him screamy, and i share that with you, only to see the look of absolute horror pass over you. Which kinda gives me the giggles.
You know, i get that, as parents, people wanna share. I do too. (hello, this is a BLOG) but i have never understood the, “well, WE do [fill in snooty activity here]“, as if doing this activity will grant you some sort of parenting badge.
That’s it. They all must be girl scouts or something. I never joined girl scouts because, well…I thought it was dumb so i never bugged my mom to join. But that seems to be the mentality now that i think on it. These women are working toward some sort of merit badge in parenting. That must be it. Or in bitchy self-righteousness. Or snooty white girl problems. You get where i’m going here.
So imma go back to parenting my kid in my own style, sans badge. It works for us. And if it doesn’t, i add a triple salchow or a back flip with a halftwist. That always impresses the russian judge.