Yesterday I wrote about taking Annie to a movie for the first time. The whole experience was about doing something with Annabel that we’d done with her sister. We don’t ever want Annie to look back on my chronicle of our lives with her sister and say, “how come you didn’t do that with me?” Am I overcompensating? Prooooobably.

Anyway, some of the comments took me by surprise. They were super judgey that the Mom Movie was rated PG-13. The Mom Movie is only offered once a week, and if you want to attend then you see what is playing. The theatres are not dark and the sound is down low enough that you almost can’t hear it over all the kids. It is an awesome few hours for parents who need to get out of the house. While I DID want to see Harry Potter (I’ve read all the books multiple times), it was just a fortunate coincidence that it was the movie playing on the day that fit our schedule.

Now. I know by writing this here blog and allowing responses I’m inviting people to comment on my life. I’ve been blogging for almost ten years so I think I’ve seen just about everything. I don’t need people to agree with everything I say, I have a husband for that. And I guess…I am disappointed.

Why are moms ALWAYS picking on each other? It’s not about taking Annie to a movie, it’s about moms in general. Why do we feel like it’s appropriate and right to tell another mom “you’re doin’ it wrong?!” Is it so we can feel better about our own parenting? Superior in some way? I’m guilty – I’ve certainly written the words, “OMG! You can’t do that with your child!”

Key words: YOUR CHILD.

Is it the Internet that emboldens us? Would we be so judgmental face to face? Would I end so many sentences with question marks? I DO NOT KNOW.

I’m gonna be bold and say that most parents are making the decisions they feel are right for their children. If Annie had been disturbed or frightened by the movie you bet your bippy we’d have peaced out right away. But she wasn’t. She was much more interested in feeding me popcorn (best new trick EVER) and walking up the stairs of the theatre and generally doing anything BUT watch the movie. Probably because the movie didn’t star Elmo, Abby, or Muno. Or because she is eighteen months old and doesn’t know her foot from her butt (but we’re working on it!).

What works for one family will not work for another. Mike started going to movies before he could walk, and saw Rated R movies in elementary school. Now he’s a writer with an amazing imagination. My mom took me to my first rock concert when I was seven, and I grew up singing and playing instruments. I would be thrilled if Annie was a writer. I’d be thrilled if Annie loved to sing. I’d also be thrilled if she grew up to be a wizard because magic is awesoooooommmme.

Can we all agree that none of us are parenting experts? How about we focus on being nice and supportive instead of snarky know-it-alls? How about I stop using question marks?