Last weekend, we were getting ready to take the Noodle out somewhere and for a brief second I thought “Someone’s going to have a problem with what he’s wearing.” The Noodle was wearing shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt (and socks and shoes, but they’re not part of the story). It’s December, in Southern California, and the temps have been in the 60′s or so–and yet my kid was in shorts.
Now, there’s a reason for this. The Noodle is one hot little dude. Maybe it’s the non-stop motion he has, but he runs hot most days. For a while, we were trying to put him in pants any time *I* was wearing pants, but within minutes of pants and long sleeves and socks and shoes, the little man starts to get flushed. His cheeks turn bright red, he heats up to the temperature of the sun, and then, if we leave him in his little oven too long, he goes supernova into meltdown mode. So unless it’s really cold or really blustery, the kid wears shorts most days.
So we know this about the kid, and yet I still had this moment this weekend worrying that someone was going to judge me for what my kid was wearing. I may have even said something to the Daddy. Because even though I know my kid best, and even though I know he’s fine–we all still worry at times about being judged as a parent.
If being on the internet has taught me anything, it’s this: we all judge people. You may claim you don’t, but given the criteria of Hey, You’re a Human!, the chances are good that you’ve judged someone, somewhere, for something. Maybe not to the point of being upset, but I’m willing to bet that even the best person on the planet has managed to look askance at SOMEONE for something. Add in parenting, and the ante gets upped. And while we all do it (you know you do!), we all hate when it’s done to us.
For my part, I generally give other people’s judgment a few seconds thought, and then move on. Like the story from this weekend–I had my moment, and then we continued dressing the Knob in his shorts, because, hey My Kid My Decisions! I hope none of the parents who saw us were judging me…but I can’t say with certainty I wouldn’t judge them, so I guess we’d just be even.