I Choose Yellow

When I became a mother back in April, I learned a lot of things very quickly.

For instance, I learned the difference between the tired cry, the hungry cry and, my favorite, the I’m so annoyed with you cry. I learned that if you didn’t put a diaper under Babes’s old diaper, your hand would get peed on.

I also learned that there are two groups of parenting and very harsh judgements from both sides regarding the other.

I’m neither black nor white on this one. I choose yellow.

Since when is parenting a school of thought that incites debate? Every day, we’re all just trying to do our best to raise a happy, healthy child that follows as many rules as possible (because some really are meant to be broken from time to time). And it’s unfair for anyone to assume they understand the inner workings of any family beyond their own.

Parenting is tough enough without having to defend yourself.

It’s a battlefield - you win some days, you lose some days, and some days, you wave the white flag and party together. But in the end, it’s the team with the most support that wins.

I won’t judge you for parenting differently then me, and I all I ask in return is that you don’t judge me.

So what do you say? Yellow?

This post is not in response to any personal event that happened to me, but rather to a series of events I've watch unfold over the course of several months. Each event was unique and involved a different set of people. On another note, this post is not meant to condone abuse or neglect, it's simply a way of saying, who cares if you breastfeed or not, who cares if you co-sleep or not, can't we all just get along?