To all the parents I judged before I was a parent: I’m Sorry!
I remember all the times I gave parents a secret dirty look.
“Oh why is that kid not wearing shoes or socks? It’s freezing out!”
Listening to another tantrum in Target—on karmic end, I never gave a nasty look or made any bad comments. I usually felt bad for the kid—“Oh boy, someone’s having a bad day. I’m so glad I don’t have a kid.”
“Jesus is that kid a brat! Parents these days. They spoil kids, you know?”
I was a regular old “know-it-all” yet I had barely parented a plant. Continue reading