There’s an interesting thing that happens on social media these days, and it’s something that I wish I were immune to.
I’m talking about digital baby judgment.
It’s remarkably hard to look at photos of what other parents are doing to/with their babies and not scoff, criticize or condemn them. I am, admittedly (and ashamedly), quite guilty of this.
I mean, I don’t actually comment on their too-early adoption of the Bumbo, or how brutal it is that they pierced the ears of their 2-month-old, or glower at them for bringing a newborn to the
viral swap meet Dirt Mall, or *shudder* dressing their children in Osh-Kosh…
But I do silently judge them, and my poor wife has to listen to me eviscerate random people on the Internet for their clearly sub-optimal parenting choices. I don’t like that I do this. So I’m going to try to work on this recently arisen shortcoming of mine.
That said, stop with the Osh’Kosh, people. Seriously.
The cycle can end with you.