Don’t Judge Mamas

We spent they day at a playground with friends. We trekked up to 14th Street and the West Side Highway with a totally of 5 kids. It was hot and humid. On the way back Siella refused to ride on the buggy board and I didn’t have my second seat attachment on and she wanted to held. I held her for as long as I could and finally after 45 minutes of walking home, I simply couldn’t do it anymore. She needed to walk or ride on the board and she refused to do both. So I took her by her hand and walked along, about a block till our apartment, with her screaming and crying. A lady and her husband were walking near us and the lady kept looking at us. I was already done at this point and kept thinking in my head; yes I look like a complete shit show, I know. Gemma of course started to cry as well. We kept walking and I tried not to look at the lady who was clearly looking and passing judgement on me. Just as I turned to walk into my lobby she mumbled something loud. I turned around and asked “excuse me” and her response: “Thank the Lord she’s going home, my ears.” I yelled something back at her, what I said I can’t remember. I think either “are you kidding me” or “you are disgusting”. The kids had no clue what had happened. But at this point I saw red and was just beside myself. I was mortified yes because my child, a two year old, was screaming, but also felt so violated and offended like I was being a bad mom for letting her cry. It’s not like we were in a restaurant, we were out on the street, I was holding her hand and she was just screaming for me to hold her and I simply couldn’t anymore and needed a break. A mom who was outside with her kids heard what this lady said and came running in to see if I was OK. She proceeded to say that was just ridiculous what had happened.

I quickly got into our elevator at this point and just was in a state of shock! Of course when we entered our apt Siella completely stopped crying. The more I kept thinking about it, the more I would get angry. I kept thinking if only I would’ve said this or I should’ve said that. I mean it’s totally over with and I’m slowly getting over it.

I’m curious to know if ill ever run into this woman again. She does live in my complex, but I’m not even sure if I would recognize her.

My point being don’t judge anyone! Did that woman know I walked home from 14th street after a day at the park? Did she know I was carrying her for almost the entire time before I gave up? Did she know my husband is out of town and it has been just me for an entire month? Does she know my kids don’t sleep at night and I wake up at least three times with them every single night? When you see something like this don’t judge or come down on the mother. There are many factors why kids are misbehaving. We were outside in the streets of NYC… where anything goes!