Is there a sport more competitive than parenting?! When I was pregnant, I assured myself that I wouldn’t get sucked into the game of comparing my little bundle of joy with other bundles of joy not of my making. But then, of course, we had the most beautifully perfect, brightest bundle of joy in the world! Who wouldn’t want to be competitive with that claim?!
Seriously though, I do recognise that all babies are different, and therefore do things in their own time. Most of the time. As with anything in life, there will always be people that push our buttons. And why is it that parenthood seems to bring out this competitive streak in people?!
Whether it is competitiveness, or whether it’s just unsolicited advice I’m not sure, but it seems that whatever you do as a parent, you can’t do right for doing wrong. So far I have been questioned on:
- What was the point of doing the NHS baby massage class?
- Why am I making the effort to baby wear?
- Why did I breastfeed for so long (1 month – not long at all, in my opinion!)?
- Why did I not breastfeed for longer?!
- Why did I treat myself to a Pink Lining change bag?
- Why am I bothering to think about trying cloth nappies?
- Why do I feel the need to enter so many baby competitions?!
- Why am I paying extra for the special reflux milk?
Seriously, is there anything that I won’t be questioned about?!
Of course, some of the above questions have straightforward answers. I buy the reflux milk because Baby Lighty has reflux and it’s either that or let him suffer, poor thing, and I treated myself to a Pink Lining change bag for the simple reason that they’re bloomin’ gorgeous, just as the namesake of my bag suggests. And the baby competitions are probably just further proof of my competitive nature trying to break free!! But why should any of the above be of anyone’s concern but that of myself and Mr Lighty?!
Because of the Mummy Olympics, of course. We all compare ourselves, it’s only natural. And perhaps its when we’re not totally 100% comfortable with our own choices that we question those of others, therefore competing in the Competitive Mummy Sprint and maybe a spot of Long Distance Mummy Judging on the side.
Why don’t we just quit all of the games, however, and instead of competing, encourage? No matter what our choices, we will all be doing the very best for our children. And I bet if we asked them, they’d all give us a gold medal in being their mum, and that’s all that really matters.