There are some fantabulous things to read in the blogosphere. There are. I use the blogosphere for a lot of things these days. I get my news from them, I use it as my entertainment. Some folks are brilliantly funny, and really can make me laugh.
I am always shocked when people leave critical comments, especially in re: to parenting (heck anything, but especially parenting).
Holy Smokes folks. I seriously cannot think of a tougher job than parenting. (Maybe parenting quintuplets.) Parenting is just a hard gig. It is the most rewarding, yes. But ouch, it is a land of bumps and bruises I promise. Take all advice re: others parenting with a grain, hell a bucket of salt.
People can be hurtful, and I am not sure why EVERYONE thinks they DO THE BEST JOB, but they do.
I promise there is no one answer to help, there just isn't. No one does this job perfectly.
In fact I am sure I am currently paying the karmic price for all of my snide remarks before having children. (When I made comments like, "Well if that was my kid, I would blah blah blah".
Some children are hard to parent. Simple as that. And frankly I believe The Lord makes sure we learn our lessons here on Earth. I promise, if you have no patience, you will be blessed with the child that REQUIRES more patience than Jesus himself could show. I also promise you, if you are arrogant, you will be blessed with a child that humbles every ounce of your being. Well that is how I like to think it works, but I know better.
Becoming a parent just means, you better be ready to jump in head first, there is no wading in the shallow end. Which is a shame, I sort of like getting my feet wet. But one never learns to swim in shallow water I suppose. You learn quick, if you need goggles, or a noseplug, fins, or a swimcap.....listen to YOUR OWN GUT MOM. You will have to live with your decision.
I know of 2 readers currently that have recently had new babies, and one has recieved some mean ole feedback, the other I think was simply frightened to put much up out of fear that we all might light our torches and burn her blog down.
Play nice folks...
Being a Parent means that these new Moms, have already beaten themselves up without your help.
No one knows how one feels to live on 2 hours of sleep, for months at a time until they do it.
Sometimes I think we should have listened to our Mommas better. Sometimes it is better to not say anything at all......
Play nice folks.