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17 Things People Say to Moms and What This Snarky Mom Really Wants to Say Back.


These are real life things people have said to me in public places, I'm sure most of us hear at least one of these remarks every time we leave the house. I bite my tongue and smile politely with a humble response (usually), but the responses in my head are much, much different.

1. I don't know how you do it.
I don't have a choice, I am their Mom and I just have to be, so I am.

2.  You sure have your hands full!
Your's look empty, want to help?

3. Where are your kids?
I left them home alone, they should be fine.

4. When are you going to have another baby?
When these ones move out.

5. You're not having anymore kids are you?
Right this second? I sure hope not!

6. Whoa, what have you been feeding him? He is huge!
Mostly brownies and ice cream.

7. He sure is tiny, are you feeding him enough?
Well, he is fasting right now.

8. Oh poor baby, your Mama didn't put socks on your feet?
Ya, he HAS gotten frost bite before from a trip to the grocery store, I had better watch that.

9 . Baby is crying, he must be hungry!
Yep, there are no other reasons a baby could possibly be crying.

10. You have two boys? Oh, I'm sorry.
You will be sorry if you don't take that back right now!

11. You look tired.
I was up with a teething baby all night last night, but I didn't realize I was tired until you pointed it out, thanks for letting me know.

12. Awe, why is he sad?
Because he is 2, same reason I'm about to cry.

13. Just wait until they are teenagers.
Just wait to do what? Are you suggesting I just sit around and wait for them to be teenagers? Can I do that?

14. How does he sleep?
With his eyes closed.

15. Oh, you're giving him a bottle?
Yep, someone on aisle 12 just told me that he was hungry.

16. The planet is over populated, people shouldn't have so many kids.
Ok, I'll line my kids up and you can choose which ones to put back.

17. You are doing a great job and your kids are so adorable and well behaved. 
Did my husband pay you to say that? Can you always grocery shop at the same time as me? Can I buy you a coffee? Can we be best friends? Are you on Facebook?







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I Wish I Never Had Kids

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Last night I laid in bed thinking about all that is going on in the world right now, especially the children whose lives are in serious jeopardy and are suffering immensely. My heart started to physically hurt and tears hit my cheeks, now alone where no one could hear me, I said out loud all that I had been thinking the last few days.

I wish I never had kids.

These sweet, beautiful, innocent kids who look to me for everything. Who come to me because they have a little scratch that they want me to kiss and make it better. Who tell me when they're hungry or thirsty, tired or sick. They look to me for every little thing and to them that's all there is, to them there is no great evil in this world; people are kind and funny and are their friends. When they're sick, they get better, when they're hungry, they eat. When they're tired, they climb in their comfy beds and sleep without a care in the world. They are safe, they are comfortable, they are healthy, they are loved and they are happy. Their world is bliss.

For now.

The truth is, as much as I want to, as much as I would give everything I possibly could give to, I can't always protect them. Now this will be true no matter what in life. Even if everything stays safe where we live, even if we are never confronted with terrorists or robbers or other "bad guys". Even if we never know true hunger or are never forced to leave the comfort of our home. Even if we never see deadly illnesses that threaten the lives of our entire family. Even if we never know true terror. There will still be things in this world I won't be able to protect them from and that, that is scary, that is terrifying, that hurts my heart.

Being a Mom hurts.

I don't have any conclusion to this, I'm not going to reach some epiphany to make myself feel better, this isn't a feel good post. If I didn't have kids I wouldn't feel this way, if I didn't love them so completely, so deeply, if they weren't the ones whose lives I would do anything to protect, I wouldn't feel this way. Desperate for help, for resolution, for something, I pray.

Lord, I wish I hadn't brought them into this world.

All I am met with, all I can say, is that I serve a God who lives, a God who is love, who is just and who, at the end of all this, wins. My God loves my children. He loves all the children who are suffering, they are His children too, He loves them most, even more than I do. And He is with them. I know that if those who believe in Him quit having children due to fear, there would no longer be kids raised to know Him and to lead other's to know Him, too. In the end, He wins. In the end, He reigns forever and those who love Him will live together with Him for eternity. All this pain, suffering and terror will be over, it will have been nothing but a blink of an eye, a vapor in the wind. Evil will lose, evil will be dead and gone. In the end, He wins. 

I can't wait until He wins. 









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I Have Been Mom Judging



I spent the last two days seriously judging a mom I know very well. I know I shouldn't, but she just makes it so incredibly easy. Just read some of the things she does:

She didn't have her babies naturally and she stopped breastfeeding really early.

She gave her toddlers donuts for a snack before nap time. DONUTS.

She also gave them apple juice before bed.

She yelled at her son when he spilled her coffee.

She still gives her one-year-old a bottle.

Her three-year-old is still in diapers.

I saw her kids run away from her outside more than once this week. She chased them while spilling all the contents of her purse and stepping on the ends of her yoga pants which she is always wearing.

She doesn't shower every day.

She hid in the kitchen eating peanut butter M&M's while her one-year-old threw a tantrum.

She lets her kids cry it out… except when she doesn't. Couldn’t she choose a method and be consistent?

In almost every picture she posts on Facebook her kids aren’t wearing any clothes.

She puts her kids in a Super Play Yard which is basically baby jail.

I saw her kids spill Cheerios all over the floor and then EAT THEM!

She unashamedly bribes her kids in public with cookies.

She fell asleep on the couch while her kids were sitting in front of the TV, in baby jail, eating cheerios off the floor.

Her son would not stop standing up in the cart at the grocery store while her other son kept trying to open—and probably wanted to drink—the bottle of shampoo they were buying.

At every meal, her oldest son cries because he has to eat—unless she is giving him donuts.

She drinks Diet Coke every day.

Her apartment is usually messy. It is decorated solely in random do-it-yourself "art" and none of her furniture matches.

She keeps saying she is going to start working out or go on a diet, but I haven't seen any difference in her figure at all. Her clothes are plain and she needs a haircut.

Her family is always late to church and half the time they don't even make it at all.

Her one-year-old sometimes still wakes up at night and takes a really long time to fall asleep.

She hates going to the park and, since they don't have a yard, she rarely takes her kids outside to play.

She longs for alone time and sometimes wishes she could just have a couple days without her kids. Why does she need alone time? She is a Stay-At-Home Mom. She gets to wear yoga pants all day and doze on the couch. I mean, seriously, isn't her whole life a break?

That mom I was judging sounds pretty bad, right? 

Oh yeah, that mom is ME. 

I have been so constantly worried about what other people will think of me, that I have basically been hiding. I rarely go places with my kids for fear of a temper tantrum, disobedience, or a nervous breakdown (by me). I try to keep a lot of our parenting choices a secret because I know someone will disapprove or try to give me their opinion. I won't even let my husband post a picture on Facebook if the background doesn't look clean and tidy, or if you can see my youngest drinking a bottle. My life has been so consumed by what other people will think or say that I have stopped enjoying it as much as I should. 

So my new mantra is: WHO CARES!? 

The only reason people judge or criticize other people's parenting is to make themselves feel better because deep down they know that they have flaws too. 

Also, sometimes when people give advice, it really is because they care and want to help. I don't have to follow their advice, but I can humble myself enough to listen without getting defensive. 

At the end of the day, I am my children's mother. I am the one who is entrusted to take care of them, and I am motivated because I want what is best for them. The choices my husband and I make for our children are our's alone to make. There is no one else who can take care of them or understand their needs better. 


I may not be perfect, but I am a GOOD mom, and I really do know that. (If I was a bad mom I probably wouldn't even care about these things.) So, from now on, others can criticize and analyze my parenting all they want. 

I even helped them out by writing this list.










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