“Thank you for the advice,” I said with a fake smile and walked away. I recently endured a 10 minute lecture from a woman I’d never met before. I was minding my own business, just trying to order a cup of tea when she said, “Oh, your baby is so cute! How old is she? Is she sleeping through the night?” Thank you, 9 months and no, not yet. She started in with, “well, this is what you have to do…when my daughter…” I’ll spare you the annoying details, but she rambled on and on about letting the baby cry-it-out and yada, yada, yada. She kept repeating, “you HAVE to! You just HAVE to do it!”
I kept thinking, is this lady for real? Let’s get something straight here. I don’t just HAVE to do anything. And, the way I care for my child is none of your B.I. business! (BTW - What does that mean? I’ve been saying that since I was a kid and I have no clue. It is a NY thing I wonder?) It was almost like she had this rehearsed speech ready to go in the event she stumbles across some innocent, unsuspecting mother in a coffee shop. The last thing she asked as she looked me up and down was, “and you are married, right?” Walk away, Anne. Just walk away.
Sharing our experiences as mothers is a beautiful thing. I encourage this sort of exchange for a living, but holy cow! There has to be a better way to encourage each other without being offensive. I’ve been noticing (and experiencing first hand) that women can be very hard on each other. Do you know what I’m talking about?