Have you ever had a time when you felt so judged as a mom? This morning was totally that for me, and I am trying to shake it off...so I will write it for anyone who cares to read.
Went to the health unit to get Judah and Olivia's shots, so not exactly the most fun out trip to begin with. The waiting room was full of great toys, I guess they got some money donated and bought the latest and greatest, the boys were so excited. Sim found a train push toy (can't get much better than that for him right now) and began to push it around. The "volunteer" granny whose supposed to help with weigh in, etc got quite uptight about the noise and started to reprimand him for driving the toy: he might hurt someone, although my kids were the only ones there. I suggested they put away the toys they don't want to be played with ( how's that for an idea?). Sim found another toy and she still found it was her place to tell him to stop making noise. I was trying to fill out the forms on Olivia's development while this was going on, and I just about lost it on this lady. Something triggers in me when old women are controlling and think they know it all. Probably need to deal with that one I guess...
After the shots, the waiting room was full of first time moms and dads, both there to support their little one. I remember when we just had Sim and Owen would take the afternoon off to come for moral support. Gone are those days as here I am trying to comfort my two youngest after their needles, nusing Olivia and making sure that Sim doesn't steal the prized airplane toy from another 3 year old boy. Then the tantrum as the boy walk out of the room with the plane, never to be seen again. The room is dead quiet (except for Sim) and all the first timers watch to see what mom does. Nice. Volunteer granny staring me down. What's my mantra again? I won't die, don't loose your dignity, I'm a good mom. Deep breath, and then...Olivia barfs all over me and the waiting room floor. Wonderful, and time for the Goward gong show to leave, thank you very much.
