I remember clearly as a newlywed all of the advice I was given by the married people around me. Some of it was helpful, most of it was unsolicited, and much of it came from people whose marriage I had no intention of recreating. But lots of folks had it to give.
As a pregnant woman and then a new mom, that experience was repeated tenfold. It seems that EVERYONE has an opinion or idea about how I should raise my daughter. Again, some of it is helpful, most of it is unsolicited and much of it comes from those whose children I hope NOT to recreate. But so many people have it to give. Family members, of course, are the best because not only are they brilliant and experienced in parenting, but they also know what an idiot everyone else is. From ancient remedies for gas to the highly controversial issue of scheduling, their advice comes with few apologies.
However, my favorite has to be the advice from those who have no idea who I am! Twice in our local Ingles I have been subject to advice from complete strangers. Once, I was shopping with my 3 month old (still very much in the haze of new mommyhood) who had chosen to start crying just as I entered the deli meat section. An older woman promptly came up to my cart and informed me that my little one was starving, I should probably feed her. If I had been going on more sleep, I might have had the energy to smack the woman, well-intentioned though she may have been. Then there was the rare positive experience. In the same grocery store (my fave in Canton, by the way) I was trying to entertain my then 9 month old in the check out line. Fumbling for my wallet, balancing a plump and squirmy baby, trying to maneuver a full grocery car, I was out of breath by the time I reached my car. And that was when a kind lady came up to me just to tell me what a great job I was doing caring for my daughter. Her advice was to enjoy her as the blessing she was, and it was very well received.
And now that my baby is approaching 1 1/2, I apparently feel qualified to dish out my own advice. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but while sitting in the waiting room of my pediatrician’s office, I turned into one of those parents who so often annoy me. My daughter was being fairly well behaved as we sat across from parents of a brand-spanking-new baby. They were exhausted and overwhelmed, looking generally like they had just been run over by a tiny but powerful semi-truck (ah, those were the days). They were lamenting the fact that their little bundle was trying to sleep all day so she could stay up and keep them up all night. That’s when it happened. Before I could stop myself, the words “You know, when Piper was first born…” were already out of my mouth. As I informed them of how I had deftly avoided the all night partying scenario I realized that my advice had not been asked for, nor was it necessarily going to be listened to. I finished with a weak, “Of course, all babies are different.” But it was too late. I had joined the ranks of the perfect-stranger-advice-givers.
Ah, becoming that which we so strongly dislike. It is never fun, but maybe this experience will help me in the future, both to listen more patiently to well-meaning advice and to keep my mouth shut when I want to give my own. Anyone have advice for how to do that???









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