I remember the incident as if it were yesterday.
I just had my first baby. Madeline was only about a week old and
it was my first attempt to go grocery shopping with baby sans Michael {which by
the way, WTF was I thinking?} I had not slept in days. My hair was in dire need
of an oil change and I'm pretty certain that I was wearing a pair of yoga pants
with a hole in the thigh so big, that it would have rivaled the Grand
Canyon. I was a walking zombie; no make-up, no hair did, nada.
I could have cared less.
The fact that I was even out with a newborn and grocery shopping
to boot was impressive in my book. Up to that point, Michael had pretty much
been the errand boy and was doing his best to keep up with work and daddy duty.
It was time for me to buck up, put on my big girl panties and brave the outings
with my child.
So there we were in Kroger, just us girls. Things were going
great for about the first thirty minutes and then it happened. I got the cranky
baby hungry face. You know that face. That face don't play, but it's all good!
Mommy is prepared! Mommy's got this! I reached into the
diaper bag only to find that oops! No bottle! Which quickly led to a nuclear meltdown.
While desperately looking for anything and everything to shove
in her mouth, I notice an older lady standing to the left of me just looking at
me. I happen to look her way for a hot second and wouldn't you know it, we made
eye contact.
Never - EVER - make eye contact.
"Sweetie, you
know, things with a baby go a lot more smoothly when you're prepared. You
should always have a bottle with you!"
I honestly don't remember what my response was because I was so out of it and sleep deprived but I'm sure it was something along the lines of…
It seems like from the moment we find out that
we're pregnant, the laundry list of unsolicited parenting advice begins:
"Don't take a bath! You'll drown the baby!"
"Is that really the name you're picking? Why
not X, Y, or Z?"
"Let me show you the right way to hold your baby."
"Let me show you the right way to hold your baby."
Yes, I heard all of these and more so how do you deal with it?
Here's the bottom line for me: Unless my child is in imminent or immediate danger,
keep your comments to yourself. I know that most people {and I'm probably being
generous when I say this} have good intentions when they offer up their
"advice" but here's the problem - they usually end up making the
situation worse because they know nothing about what the mother or father are
dealing with nor do they know the struggles of the child in question.
Rarely if ever is it helpful to give unsolicited advice
regarding a situation that you know nothing about. Think about it. How much
sense does that really make? Nowhere else in life would reasonable people do
this. Would you really speak up out of the blue in a work meeting in front of a
room full of people to comment on something you know absolutely nothing about?
No, probably not. So why do we do it with complete strangers and about something
so private and personal as our children?
For those who give unsolicited parenting advice, please know
this: you have no idea that I've been trying for weeks to desperately
breastfeed my child with no success and have tried everything possible to get
my child to nurse so when you tell me that formula feeding is wrong, how do you
think that makes me feel? You have no idea that my child may have a learning
disability that makes it difficult for them to understand what I'm saying to
them in order for them to be obedient. How do you think it makes me feel to get
your "helpful advice" to just "Be a good parent, do your job,
and get your kid under control." You don't know that I may be a mother
suffering from severe PPD and your comments, albeit helpful in your mind, only
comes across as judgmental with a voice of "Why aren't you capable?"
You see - not so helpful. You never know the battles each mom is
facing.
Silence is golden.
I have to admit that when it comes to my family, the rules are a
little different and I do tend to cut a little bit of slack because that's just the
reality. There's no way in hell I'm going to tell my grandmother to take a
flying leap and get lost - obviously. A simple smile or nod goes a long way in
cases like that. I've even offered up the generic, "That's something to
think about, thanks!" and kept going on about my merry way. At the end of
the day, family is family. These are the people in your life who will always be
there for you and your family. They are not strangers and do deserve a certain
level of respect where this topic is concerned.
Strangers though? They are getting a world of snark coming their
way. My theory? If you're ballsy, rude and presumptuous enough to say something
to me, then you've earned what's coming. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to
tear you down. I'm not going to be mean. I'm just going to have a little fun at
your expense and when it’s all said and done, you will know that you were put
in your place.
Have you had a hard time dealing with receiving unsolicited
parenting advice? How do you handle it?