You don’t have to look very far (or for very long) before you see something on your news feed that amounts to mom-shaming. Yet, the more I read about mom-shaming posts going viral, the more I get a mix of emotions.

While I’m thankful there are people in the world who are reading between the lines and who urge others to stop judging parents, another part of me feels guilt and frustration because although I hate being mom-shamed, I do (shamefully and oftentimes unknowingly) partake in it myself. The more I read about mom-shaming, the more I remember that shamers are out there, “doin’ their thang.” And honestly, the less likely I am to share with other parents my stories, for fear of being perceived as THAT parent—a.k.a., the one who lacks proper judgment.

Mom shaming is not my problem, but a lack of esteem and community are. 

All parents will have preferences and many people with different preferences will take issue with any opinion on parenting that’s different from their opinion. My point isn’t to say mom-shaming is a good thing—but it exists and I’m not sure how effective “shaming the shamers” really is. How much can we combat mom shamers by telling them, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all?”

I’d like to think this works, but if someone is mom-shaming me either through their words, their glares or they’re pretending I’m not there, I’m certainly not going to rebut by saying, “please play nice.” Because how effective is it to mom shame…the mom shamers? “Listen here mom or regular person, you should be ashamed for shaming another mom.”

What should we do to combat mom-shaming, other than trying to shut shamers up? In more and more of the positive self-help books I dig into, it’s clear that one of the secrets to being great is learning to tune out the noise, to empower ourselves—to accept criticism when it leads to self-improvement and to leave behind the comments that are degrading. In Jen Sincero’s book, You Are a Badass, she proclaims that:

“Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team for lack of skill. Steven Spielberg, a high school dropout, was rejected from film school three times. Thomas Edison, who was dubbed too stupid to learn anything by a teacher, tried more than nine thousand experiments before successfully creating the light bulb.”

We as parents would benefit a great deal by building our own confidence in a world of nay-sayers. We would do the world a disservice by listening to bad-talkers. The world needs our diversity, our amplified voices, and opinions and we need to repel negative comments directed at our parenting st‌yles in order to keep doing what we believe is best for our children.

We moms empower mom shamers by listening to them, prioritizing them, and by internalizing their negativity. So, while building our own sense of self can help us achieve a greater sense of clarity and esteem in our own parenting choices, how do we help build up other parents too, instead of shame them (back to basics here: two wrongs don’t make a right)?

Here are some ideas to build a community of confident parents who embrace their differences: invite other parents/kids for a tea and play-date. Be a community. Compliment and look for the good in them and help them shake off negative comments and articulate feedback in a way that is geared towards their betterment, not their destruction. Seems pretty simple, yet it takes perseverance and dedication.

To recap: “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” is a theme presented by many successful life coaches and urges people to stop letting others’ negative, harmful opinions influence us or prevent us from achieving greatness. As a parent, a parent-professional and a leader: we parents are leaders. Moms and dads need to embrace this, too. Taking the wisdom of author Brené Brown, a vulnerability and shame researcher: if you want to combat the negative effects of mom-shaming in others as well, allow others to be vulnerable with you and help them see their inner hero.

Hi, I'm Deanna. Mom and step-parent and I'm dedicated to positively contributing to the parenting community! 

Self-care looks different for every mom, yet sometimes we try to impose our definitions of self-care onto our Mom friends or acquaintances.

I have, admittedly, not been good with self-care. No one would run through a list of my qualities and be like, “I really admire how well she balances taking care of her family with taking care of her own sanity.”

Do I see the value in self-care? Absolutely! However, I believe every mom goes through different seasons, where something her child or family is going through asks more of her and she needs to do whatever she feels is best in those seasons of life, whether it means some days she needs more time for herself or some days she gets none.

You might hear about mom-shaming because a mother took care of herself or time out for herself, but I have lived the very opposite and it’s difficult as well.

I didn’t expect to have an out of the ordinary first time parenting experience, but when my daughter was born with a cleft palate, hearing loss, feeding difficulties, severe apnea, required oxygen and later was diagnosed with sensory processing disorder and autism…I felt like what she needed from me in that time in our lives, far outweighed anything I would need or want to do for myself.

My life became about therapy around the clock, surgeries, specialists, always watching her breathe and praying she wouldn’t stop. I was an Army wife. My husband was in Afghanistan. I had no family and hardly any friends in our duty station and yet everyone I had ever known kept telling me that I needed to go out. I needed a bath. I needed a nap. I needed to get my nails done. I needed to go to a spa.

They meant well. I know they did. They were worried about me. They felt bad for the stress I was under and felt all their suggestions were helpful to me. However, it tended to make me feel even worse. For starters, I literally did not have a single soul who could help me with my daughter, so I would be able to do any of those things. I was doing the best I could alone, to keep my head above water most days. It also felt like no one understood how much the sacrifice was my choice. I wanted to help my daughter get healthier. I wanted to be the one sleeping next to her on the hospital floor. I wanted to be the first face she saw when she woke up from surgeries, scared and in pain. I wanted to learn how to do all her therapies with her, so I could give her the best shot at a good future. I wanted it to be me, as draining and soul-sucking as it was sometimes.

My husband? He understood this about me. He understood that she came first to me. He knew that no matter how many times he would encourage me to get out or take a bath, that I would choose her every time. Both he and I knew this wouldn’t last forever and that her needs outweighed ours and we lovingly did what she needed us to do in that season of her life.

Fast forward eight years and add two more kids. I just graduated from a 40-hour self-defense course. I go get the occasional pedicure. I treat myself to daily Dutch Bro’s. My husband puts the kids down for bed, so I can sit at Starbucks and write or go for a drive without being asked 5,000 questions and listening to a Blippi soundtrack.

I take care of myself better than I ever have, but it was on my terms, in the way I felt good about.

Listen Mamas: The only person who truly knows your heart is the good Lord and you! You are the only one who needs to approve of how you parent and how you take care of yourself. It is alright if that looks different than other people tell you it should.

It’s okay if it’s all too much sometimes and it’s okay to push through the tears and exhaustion. It’s okay to take a day at the spa and it’s okay if taking a shower every 2-3 days feels like a victory. It’s okay to want a night out in clothes that aren’t covered in mac n’ cheese and ketchup and it’s okay to feel like there’s no place in the world you’d rather be than curled up with your babies, listening to them breathing.

 Self-care looks different to each and every one of us, at different times in our lives. At the end of the day, when you climb into bed and your soul is weary, you are the only one who has to feel content with what you gave to the day and what you gave to yourself. It was your best and it was enough.

The Redeemed Mama is a writer who had had articles published by The Today Show, Love What Matters, The Mighty, Faithit, For Every Mom, The Creative Child Magazine and more. She has 3 beautiful kids and resides in Southern Arizona and loves writing about parenting, life and growth!

For some reason pregnant people ask me for advice on newborns. I don’t know why because I hate newborns (I mean—I love my children more than life itself—they know this and exploit my weakness and try to kill me with sleep deprivation torture and boob infections.)

My advice is this and it sucks because it’s not advice: The weirdest thing about having a baby is not that a human lives in your house who didn’t exist last year, it’s BOOBS. Boobs rule your life.

NOW LET ME BE CLEAR: Your baby needs food to live and if that food is formula, PLEASE FEED YOUR BABY AND DON’T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. OMG staaaaaaaap with the mom-shaming, boob tyrants (I’m looking at you, Le Leche League).

Either way, for the first week at least, your boobs rule your life.

You will feel your feelings in your boobs.

You will feel your baby’s feelings in your boobs.

You will feel the f*cking weather in your boobs.

Your boobs own you.

My boobs took ownership a few short years ago on March 22 at about 1 a.m. when a nurse put the girl baby on me and she bit me so hard my nipple folded in half (bad pronoun. The baby, not the nurse. Nurses don’t bite). It bruised that way, in a straight line, and then cracked and developed mastitis which tried to kill me a little bit. MOTHERHOOD IS A BEAUTIFUL MIRACLE LOL arrrrrgggggh.

Then everything got easier. I made enough milk, she drank enough milk. Breastfeeding became easy and convenient and I loved it. Not everyone feels this way, including Queen Victoria and she was the QUEEN! But I liked it. It went well.

The girl was easy to wean. At 17 months, she stopped asking and I stopped offering. She was a Le Leche League poster child. My body didn’t even go back to “normal” yet when my boobs (not my brain—most definitely not my brain) made me say to my husband, “I wouldn’t mind being pregnant.”

Here we are. My second child, the boy, is almost 20 months old. And it’s happening. He’s weaning.

On Monday night he nursed.

On Tuesday morning he asked for a waffle instead of Gaga.

Gaga is his name for my boobs. I don’t know why or how he came up with that name but everyone knows because, every time I picked him up from daycare in the last six months, he would jab his cute, stubby finger into my breast bone and yell, “Gaga!” until I either whipped it out or forced him, hysterical, into the car seat so we could Gaga in the privacy of our own home.

On Tuesday night my husband put him to bed and I tried to work up some emotion about the end of the era but I felt nothing but glee. I would be free! I could take ALL THE DRUGS (jk hugs not drugs)! I could drink all the alchomahalz (jk I can’t drink more than one unit or I fall asleep)! I can get a tattoo (maybe)! I can buy REAL BRAS (DEFINITELY)!

On Wednesday, at naptime, the boy remembered Gaga. “GAGA GAGA GAGA!” He screamed. But it was too late! Wasn’t it? My boobs began to question, threatening to break free from their sports-bra enclosure. I left him to scream and put the girl down for a nap. When I came back in he reached for me. I picked him up, feeling like I was going to crumble. I was going to do whatever he asked of me. And he let me hold him. He didn’t ask for anything at all. I put him down and he went right to sleep.

I sobbed. I blubbered. I was breathless, unable to utter a sentence. My husband insisted on video chatting with me from work. He praised me for being strong (he has selfish motives, of course, but also pure ones). I cried and cried and cried and ate chocolate to chase away the dementors and read some articles online that made me feel bad (LLL….I SEEEEE YOU) and some that made me feel better (Kelly Mom, way to go), and did some work, and…

It’s over. No more Gaga.

It was my boobs that were sad, not me. Lady Gaga was crying, not me. She was gonna miss being of use. She was going to miss being gloriously resplendent, unable to be contained by a simple underwire. She was going to miss spending time with that sweet little baby, who always held my hand as he fed. She didn’t want to deflate into withered old hag bags. It wasn’t me! IT WAS GAGA!

I was gripped by a crashing wave of loneliness. My husband told me I’d feel better soon. He agreed it was the hormones making me hysterical, not me. I’m FINE. I’m HAPPY.

Gaga was commander-in-chief. And it’s over. I’m in charge now.

Thank you Gaga.

 

Laura Wheatman Hill lives in Portland, Oregon with her dentist and two children. She blogs about parenting, writes about everything, and teaches English and drama when not living in an apocalyptic dystopia. Her work has appeared on Sammiches and Psych Meds, Her View From Home, Scary Mommy, and Motherwell.

Forget about mom-shaming. The mamas who visit NYC’s LaGuardia Airport’s Mamava lactation pod are each other’s biggest cheerleaders.

When The Wing CEO/first visibly pregnant woman on the cover of a magazine/new mommy, Audrey Gelman, recently visited the pod she snapped a pic of something totally unexpected. There were dozens of sticky notes on the pod’s interior, all offering words of wisdom and encouragement.

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The photo, which Gelman recently posted on Instagram, shows notes that read everything from, “What you are doing is Beyond Amazing” to, “Thank you to Mamava pods! And thank you mammas for all these messages. We are amazing!!”

Gelman captioned the photo with her thoughts on motherhood and this awesome action, “All of a sudden i felt flooded—the intensity of new motherhood, the stress of running a business i never thought would grow this fast —and the pressure i put on myself to do it all perfectly.” She continued, “The notes were sappy but they were the only things i needed to read in that moment. “You are enough,” “it gets better,” “feel proud of yourself for what you’ve created.” Those simple messages of encouragement and the recognition that so many have been through this before made me feel less alone.”

—Erica Loop

Featured photo: Audrey Gelman via Instagram 

 

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Motherhood: you birth a baby and leave the hospital with mysterious mesh underwear, a squirt bottle and your entitlement to a lifetime of guilt. Well, at least it can seem that way these days…

Were the birthday party decorations and party favors Pinterest-worthy? Did you get to the basketball game early enough to get the best seat and did you make it to every game this season? And while you’re at it, are you being a powerful “Lean-In” role model for your daughter at work? And then there’s shaming from other parents and social media.

The “mommy guilt” epidemic? It’s a real thing!

These are questions our parents did not have to ask themselves. They had work, errands, friends and commitments to get on with and didn’t seem to feel guilty if we just came along for the ride. They didn’t see it as their job to constantly amuse or play with us. Let’s put it this way, they weren’t “extra” about everything. They didn’t feel guilty, so why do we, when our generation is objectively spending far more time with our children than our parents did?

Well, you shouldn’t. With all the parenting shame out there, it’s not a bad idea to keep a few tips handy, sort of an “In case of emergency, break glass” sheet to pull out if you feel unnecessary guilt creeping into your life.

Repeat after me: “Happy parents are good parents!”

This is a simple and yet, far too overlooked concept. Parenthood is hard. It’s a joy too, but it’s full of ups and downs and challenges. Parenthood shouldn’t be proving you’re a good parent by depriving yourself of joy just to please your child. As a parent, your fulfillment—at work, at home, with your partner, with your friends—contributes to you being able to be the best parent to your children.

Speaking of work, why should working parents feel guilty about providing for their family? Tip: Be proud that you’re putting the bread on the table and ignore those that say “working full-time must be super hard!” Your personal happiness literally translates into your being a better parent. Put your oxygen mask on first!

Hello, it’s 2019.

Don’t let yourself be judged by 1950s-era parenting standards. I could write forever about all the biases out there when it comes to images of being a good parent. Up above I said there’s a lot of parenting shame, but the fact is—there’s mostly a lot of MOM shaming. Still in this day and age, we live in a world of double standards where men and women are treated differently in the public arena. For example, my husband gets praised when people find out he’s the one who picks up the kids from school. But if you and your partner share responsibilities at home and at work, that’s actually doing your children a good deed—being good role models for them by not espousing double standards or reinforcing dated gender stereotypes.

Mommy and Daddy can share the load at home and at work and balance things to make sure it all works. Our children have seen Mom and Dad do stints as stay at home parents and have seen both of use take the lead in taking over the finances. My children don’t think only Mom should be home. In fact, when I started my own company, they told me I was “bad-*ss” (I wanted to frown at their language but couldn’t). Take that, parent-shamers.

Letting go is good for them.

I read an article recently about how much of a positive impact it can have on children when you attend every sports game—that’s right, every game. We all love cheering on our kids, whether it’s watching them score the winning goal or even pushing themselves in a sport that doesn’t come naturally. But it’s their sport and their journey and while a parent’s support is certainly important, it’s not everything. We can also sit out a game and should occasionally. Believe it or not, sometimes it’s even fun for kids to celebrate with the team afterwards without Mom tapping her watch and saying it’s time to go. And more importantly, it can also reinforce the idea that sports it’s about doing their best, for THEMSELVES. Sports shouldn’t be about making their parents proud or having the same high school baseball career that Dad did.

Giving your kids a little freedom reinforces that. Now, no one wants their ten year old sneaking off to New York City on the train alone. But as your kids get a little older, letting them manage things ON THEIR OWN like getting to practice or games on time, packing their own lunch, solving conflicts with friends, breeds independence and self sufficiency—which is exactly what you want. It doesn’t mean you’re not an involved parent. To the contrary it means you are raising strong, supported and independent people.

Don’t overthink it.

If you feel the guilt creeping in, ask yourself these questions—are they loved, happy, are their needs met? That’s really what it boils down to at the end of the day. If you can say yes to those questions you’re doing a good job.

Trust the research.

And if spending too much time at work is still on your mind, the data says that adult kids of working moms are happy and high achievers at work. So don’t worry about the naysayers!

There’s a lot of noise out there to distract parents today from perhaps the most important tip of all: listen to your gut. You know your children, their needs and your family better than anyone.

I’m an English girl, living in New York with my husband and two kids. Back in 2012, I co-founded Tinybeans, an all-in-one app for parents to easily capture and share their children’s lives through photo journaling, milestone tracking and printed keepsakes, in an organized and trusted space. Now the app has 3M users worldwide.

Mommy-shaming isn’t something that just us regular ol’ moms experience. Actress and new mom Gabrielle Union got a crash course in this ugly—and totally unnecessary—side of motherhood since the birth of her daughter, Kaavia James.

In the three months following baby Kaavia’s grand debut, the social media-verse has shamed Union for what she wears, how she kisses her daughter—and much more. Well, it doesn’t look like Union is taking this trolling lightly—and we totally applaud her.

The actress/new mama told PEOPLE, “I had to hit the mommy shamers day one.” She went on to add, “I’m going to do it my way. I’m sure I’m going to make all kinds of mistakes and when I ask for help, which I will, I would love to hear all y’all’s advice. Everybody has been on my journey of pain and anguish and trauma, and I owe it to myself to enjoy every second of my joy.”

But that’s not all. Union also has a message for anyone who just can’t stop themselves from bringing the shame. “If you can’t just sit back and enjoy the miracles without offering every piece of advice Nana ever gave you, it’s okay to unfollow. It’s okay to just enjoy the ride.”

We agree 100 percent!

—Erica Loop

 

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Whether you’re an award-winning actress or a stay-at-home-mom, every parent makes their own choices about how to raise their kids—and they should be free to do so without facing judgment—especially from other moms. A viral post about mom-shaming offers the perfect explanation for why we should build one another up instead of tearing each other down.

Florida mom of two Kelsea King took to Facebook recently to share a quote from her friend Alee Zering. The post, which has since been liked and shared thousands of times, captures how hard it is to be a mom when there are so many preconceived notions about how moms “should” do things.

Photo: Joe Gardner via Unsplash

”Mom-ing is hard when breastfeeding in public is offensive but formula feeding is frowned upon…” King’s post begins. And it only gets better.

“…When co-sleeping is dangerous but rocking your baby to sleep is wrong, when sleep training means you don’t love your baby but not having your kid on a schedule means you have no control of your kid, when putting your child in a bouncer/walker is detrimental to their development but holding them too much is spoiling them, when being a stay at home Mom means you’ve given up your career/dreams but putting them in childcare and going back to work means you’re going to miss out on all of the important things, when getting kids their shots is injecting them with poison but if you don’t you’re endangering the world, when you’re trying to be confident in your motherhood but everyone wants to tell you that you’re doing it wrong.”

It’s exhausting just reading it, but there are no exaggerations here, just the reality of what being a mom often feels like. The post ends with an important reminder, “Mom bullies are the worst. So stop. Just love, encourage, support, and give a mom a cup of coffee.”

King told Good Morning America that she believes the post is relatable to so many moms because we’ve all experienced some type of mom-bullying at one point. She said the quote, “reminds everyone that we are doing the best we can, there is no ‘right way,’ and there is no need to worry about the opinions of others.”

Check out King’s viral post below.

Be right back—texting our mom tribe about how awesome they are.

—Shahrzad Warkentin

 

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Helicopter Parent: noun, informal noun: helicopter parent; plural noun: helicopter parents

  1. a parent who takes an overprotective or excessive interest in the life of their child or children.

This generation has seen the rise of a new kind of parent.

Gone are they days when wild children roamed neighborhoods in packs until the street light went up. Remember when kids walked to school with their lunchables (that they packed themselves)? What if they don’t have a winter coat? (Gasps in horror). Remember when our forgetfulness met a parental shrug and a “too bad, you’ll learn?” 

Today’s kids are watched every moment, or else they get hurt. They may not make a mess, be cold, go outside without a grownup, make a mess, climb trees, make a mess… and in this over-calculated, over-planned, over-organized childhood we are stressing about for our kids, we are taking away that which makes childhood magical.

Our children today may not take risks.

They will never know cold. Our kids must be entertained, constantly. They can never go outside unattended. Our kindergarteners need to be fluently reading, adding and subtracting on worksheets—not playing. And God forbid they don’t: well then clearly the failure is the parents, not the system which forces children to grow up too fast.

But most importantly, today’s parenting style must be that of a helicopter hovering over every move. The helicopter parent cannot make a mistake, cannot fail their kids, cannot be seen as a “bad” parent.

The pressure to be perfect is too much.

It makes us hover. And it makes us worry. It makes us tired, both mentally and emotionally exhausted. So in our exhaustion, we snap, we yell or become impatient. We lose sight of what makes us smile. Laugh. Eventually, in the stress of trying to BE a good parent, we lose sight of what’s important. We focus on our parenting and not on our kids.

No wonder we feel like we are constantly failing our children.

You see, in the information age, with social media and the news and Google at our fingertips, millennial and Generation X parents aren’t just having kids: we are birthing a new st‌yle of parenting—the helicopter parent. And it’s hurting our children.

The problem comes when helicopter parents realize if they micro-manage their children’s environments, behaviors and choices, they can ensure their children are “making” safe choices. But the problem is, it isn’t the children’s choice at all.

Today’s kids aren’t learning to make their own choices, manage their own environments or discover outcomes (favorable or otherwise) based on their own behavioral choices,  because they aren’t making those decisions themselves.

Pat Morrison, in her article “How Helicopter Parenting is Ruining America’s Children“, stated it best:

“When children experience a setback—they don’t know their homework assignment—that’s not your problem to solve. The best way for a kid to learn is to have that uncomfortable feeling, [to experience] consequences that are tiny in the grand scheme of things. Some will say something idiotic like, “Oh, my kid’s drowning, I’m just supposed to turn around?” Of course not. Where your child is in a situation potentially damaging to life and limb, of course you’re going to protect them. The trouble is we’re acting like everything is life or death.”

Why is it so important for these helicopter parents to make choices for their kids?

Why do they feel so much pressure to pack the perfect lunch, to st‌yle their kid’s hair just right, to hover on the playground? Pat makes a great point: it’s not an internal parenting conundrum—it’s society’s. Because in a world where people are calling the police for ten-year-old walking home from the park by herself, today’s parents must stay extra vigilant.

And it’s social media’s fault.

Social Media Influences Our Parenting St‌yles

Now, I love social media. As a childcare provider, I love having the ability to connect with other adults, share ideas with other providers and glean new ideas (particularly because the majority of my conversations occur with two-year-olds and I need an outlet for adult interaction!). In many ways, social media has made me a better parent and provider.

That said, Holy Information Batman! With all that information comes opinions. About. EVERYTHING. Misinformation, clickbait titles and parent-shaming have parents spiraling. As we scroll, we form opinions. This parent shouldn’t have done this, they could have done that. Can you believe she lets her kids eat at McDonalds? The horror! No first day of school pictures? What kind of mother is she?!

And so it spirals. And spirals. And spirals. Until we lose our village.

Because when we sit in silent judgment behind our phones, we feel it.

We feel the judgement of others, a heavy weight on our shoulders that begins to shroud every decision we make, whether we mean to or not. We see people tear apart the mom (even though dad was there, too) in every horrific case we read on Facebook. Remember the child who fell into the Gorilla exhibit in Cincinnati? The finger pointers really came out of the woodwork for that one.

Or worse, remember the child who was dragged off by an alligator at Disney? Remember how the social media trolls attacked the mother while the family was grieving? They shamed her: where was she, why did she let her child go so close to the lake? And on and on.

And for some reason, although dad was there, too (in both cases!), the fault always lands on mom’s shoulders. (But that’s a post for another day.)

It’s no wonder this generation is turning into a generation idolizing the helicopter parent.

Can you imagine grieving for your child while the rest of the world tears apart your parenting? I just CAN’T! Where did our kindness go? Where did our love and support go?

No one scolded and shamed Baby Jessica’s parents. It’s no wonder we have turned into a generation of perfection-obsessed helicopter parents. It’s not safe to be anything less. But there wasn’t Facebook then. Good point.

Here is what any parent can do to stop from becoming a helicopter parent.

1. Give our Kids Space to Explore

It was a lesson that I learned early on, although I often have to remind myself to take a step back. I ask myself, “Does this really matter?” It was my mother-in-law who taught me that one.

My first-born had crawled under the kitchen table and gotten stuck. I scrambled to remove my child’s unintended prison when my mother-in-law stopped me. “She got herself in there, she can get herself out.”

So I held my breath and waited—and sure enough, my Imp squirmed her way out and went on to explore other things.

This lesson has carried on into so much of my childcare philosophy. When toddlers who are barely walking attempt to climb the ladder on the playground, I step back, hold my breath, and let them go. And you know what? They can do it.

It’s amazing what our children are capable of when we give them the trust and independence to try. When we helicopter parent, we steal that sense of confidence from them. Encouraging children to take risks helps them to develop into strong, confident and capable adults. And isn’t that a goal we all want for our children?

2. Start Accepting Our Own Vaults

I admit this is my own personal Goliath. I see it in my daughter. My fears about failing her as a parent ooze out into the WAY I parent her. Slowly, like an out-of-body experience that I can’t stop, I watch how my judgement of myself as a parent eeks out into unintentional judgement of her.

I feel it, when I watch in horror as she refuses to cheer with the rest of her squad, when she tries tor run out to the bus without her beautiful wild curls brushed neatly, when she screams so loud that I’m certain our entire neighborhood can hear her.

When did I care so much about what other people think about my kid? About my parenting? It’s damaging my confidence as a woman, as a mom and as an example to my young and impressionable child.

The only way I can see to overcome this sense of guilt and shame is to accept it. Accept that my kid is human and developing impulse control and social emotional communication skills. Understand that I’m not a perfect parent, but if I love my kids and laugh at my faults, it’s a better lesson for my children than any perfect parenting technique I can carry out.

I have to trust that my children can make good and safe choices—if only encouraged and loved to do so—instead of being told. But honestly, the best thing we can do for our children is to stop hovering and start trusting ourselves.

3. Stand Up When You See Other Parents Belittled

I see it all the time on social media—constantly. Strongly-worded opinions pouring out on news articles and in parenting groups. “I would never!” “How could you?!” “That’s terrible!” Don’t scroll. Call it out. Call out the shamers. Make an open call to love and lift up one another. Support the struggling mom. It doesn’t matter if you disagree or if you think she’s wrong. Just. Be. Kind.

A good rule of thumb is: If you wouldn’t say this to someone’s face, don’t say it on social media either. Hiding behind a screen isn’t an excuse for cruelty or judgment. We just need to love each other.

Lifting the stigma of judgment and mom-shaming would go so much in building our confidence as parents and caregivers. It would encourage parents to have the confidence to not only trust themselves, but trust their children to learn and make their own mistakes.

After all, if we don’t set an example of love, kindness, curiosity and confidence, how can we impress that upon our children? If we lift each other up as parents, maybe we can stop helicoptering and fear-mongering over our children as well.

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With over 10 years in childcare experience, Lauren's passion for lifting up moms and advocating for children pours through her work with Breastfeeding World and her daycare. Her life is full of busy, crazy and LOUD. Oh, and coffee—always lots of coffee—but she wouldn't have it any other way.

The internet, and real world, have become a place where everyone feels like they can just give their opinion without any consequence or care for others feelings. This particularly rings long in mom circles in what is referred to as “Mom-Shaming.” Now there is a fine line between nicely educating someone on something they may not know and straight up shaming someone for something you determine to be a wrong decision. Recently Jessica Simpson was shamed publicly, all over the internet, for what her daughter wore to her 5th birthday. A few months ago Hillary Duff was shamed for kissing her son. And Pink was even shamed for using a microwave while pregnant. But celebrities are not the only ones who are being shamed. There are internet groups specifically made to shame others for not being “perfect.” According to a study in October 2016 by mom.life 80% of moms report being mom-shamed. 67% were shamed by other moms. 64% were shamed for their feeding choices. However less than .5% report changing any behavior due to the shaming. Therefore there is nothing good coming from this.   What are thing moms report being shamed for? Breastfeeding, formula feeding, medicated birth, C-section, adopting, going back to work, staying at home, using a babysitter, cosleeping, not room sharing, being a single mom, traveling to soon, choice of foods, screen time, being a helicopter parent, being a free range parent, not being involved in the school, not having a set schedule, etc This list goes on & on & on. Personally, I will never forget the first time I was publically mom-shamed. It was a backhanded comment in a bathroom at an airport by a stranger.  She commented on how she liked my son’s carrier & how wonderful I was to be wearing him close. She then asked if I was breastfeeding him. When I responded no, she said “I just figured since you love him enough to wear him, you’d love him enough to breastfeed” That comment will sit with me for a long long time. What a horrible woman to infer that I didn’t love my son because I don’t breastfeed? And those moms who don’t babywear don’t love their children as much as those who do? And why would she ever think that was something acceptable to say? She was long gone before I picked my jaw up off the floor and left that bathroom, shocked by her comments.  Had she asked why, or wanted to be informed, I would have gladly have shared my story of why I formula fed from birth however, like many others she decided to shame instead of open her mind. What happened to the old fashioned saying “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all”? I think lots of people need to go back and watch Bambi a few times to get a dose of good advice.  Mothers should be here to support and love each other, not tear each other down. So please, stand up for other moms when you see this happening & help to stop the shaming. 

I live on Cape Cod with my husband and two wonderfully crazy children, Dawn & PJ. I am a "work at home mom" I work as a business developer, photographer, and graphic designer. We spend our days out in nature, traveling and bouncing between Dawns school and sporting events!