Stop the Judging
I’ve had it. I’ve just had it. What is the world coming to and who are all these perfect parents? Come out, come out, wherever you are. I want to talk to you and I mean business. The latest incident beckoning the judgers was a terrible tragedy for a NC family visiting a restaurant in Atlanta. I don’t know about you, but I want folks to know that NC protects our own, empathetic and loving always. This HB2 nonsense has given us enough of a bad rap and I’m unwilling to sit by and let us stoop to an even lower level- parent judging.
How dare anyone criticize a family who is making funeral arrangements today. If you’re not a parent, then I can excuse you a bit more easily. If you are a parent? Then you are clearly insane for thinking that your good parenting has kept your kids alive. Nope, you’re no different than the rest of us, all the parents that got lucky one time too many. You were saved, by God I think, but that’s just me. I close my eyes and can’t count the number of times my children have skirted death. One didn’t have her seatbelt buckled, but we made it to school. Our special needs two year old escaped our yard and crossed two streets, the police brought him home. My middle son, I left him at a restaurant and he ran after the car and was getting ready to cross the highway when someone stopped him. My daughter, I took my eyes off her for a moment, and I thought the ocean had swallowed her whole. Then, she came walking back from the house where she had gone without my knowledge.
I am a terrible parent, you may say. I’m not going to argue with you. I could be so much better. We can all be so much better, but no matter your best intentions, perfection will escape you. It is as concrete of a law in our universe as one that ever existed. You could be next and you will be next, but maybe like me, you’ll get a save that you don’t deserve. Try to remember that what if next time, that close call, that time that all was well that ended well and remember your own vulnerability. Don’t judge, don’t you dare. You send love and prayers to a family and tell a mother, no different than yourself, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.