I'm Not Crowdsourcing My Parenting Decisions Anymore

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It seems life is overloaded with options, which is great, but why do they have to come with opinions?

It’s to the point that I don’t even do what I want and feel led to do without asking for everyone’s position on it.

How did I get here? Is it because people feel the need to impose themselves and provide their own opinion instead of just helpful advice?

I think so.

Seriously, let’s talk.

Epidural or natural birth, same result. Do what feels right to you.

Breast feed or bottle feed, or both!

Do what feels right and works for you.

Have coffee when you’re pregnant, have coffee when you’re nursing, happy baby? Then do what feels right to you!

Potty train at 18 months, potty train at 3 years, are you going to send them to elementary school out of diapers? Okay, then potty train when it feels right to you.

Cloth diapers or disposable, is the baby’s butt clean? Okay, then do what feels right to you.

Pacifier or no? Do what makes the baby stop crying!

One kid or 20 kids, are you happy?

Then do what feels right to you!!

Look, we have options in this world because NONE of us were meant to be the same. And we don’t WANT to be the same!

Think about that for a minute.

Do you love to tell your birth story, how you met your spouse, or how much you love your career? Of course you do!

What if that story was just like everyone else’s? Would it be as special to you?

Probably not. So let’s stop trying to make everyone be like us!

I mean, I’m pretty sure the value of some wine vineyards have gone up over the years, but I think they are the only ones benefiting from nasty opinions.

So the next time you find yourself wanting to push your way of life on someone else, remember that uniqueness is a good thing and chances are, someone loves you for yours.

Rebecca Spohr

Rebecca is a mother to a handsome 10-month-old boy and wife to her husband of 3 years. They live in Huntington Beach, California where they run two businesses out of there home, allowing them to spend lots of time with their son. Rebecca and her husband met in Olathe, Kansas and moved to California in 2006. They are still very attached to the midwest and travel to see family as much as possible.

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