I just love it when one of the kids tell me that I am doing something wrong and then proceed to tell me how to do it properly even though I have been doing this thing for oh…twenty years! Yes, my little back seat drivers. On a regular basis, I hear a little voice from the back seat telling me exactly what I am doing wrong. My response to them every time? “When did you get your driver’s license?” They usually reply with, “I don’t have my license! I’m only 8 silly!” I follow with, “Then be quiet!” LOL. Of course I say this in the most loving motherly voice while smiling and keeping my composure.
Why is it that the people who have no clue what the hell they are talking about provide the most criticism and advice? I am not just referring to kids, adults do this all the time. I will never forget when our loud “know it all” family friend, Jeff, visited us in the hospital when my first daughter was born.
I was excited yet terrified at the thought of having this new little life depend on me. I wanted desperately to give her the best of what she needed and that included breast feeding. Well, first let me say Kudos to all the women who have breast fed! OMG! Breast feeding was always portrayed to me as being this beautiful bond that a mother and her child shared. Don’t get me wrong, it is amazing. It is just incredibly frustrating and excruciatingly painful. It felt as though I had razor blades being sucked through my nipples and my breasts were just used as punching bags for a UFC fight. Never in my life had I wanted so badly to succeed at breast feeding but no matter what I tried, my daughter wouldn’t latch. With each try, I winced with pain. The nurse decided to try a breast pump. I wasn’t exactly sure what this all entailed but thought it was worth a shot. She wheeled in this machine that looked like something that would be used in a barn. Two suction cups were placed on my breasts and then the machine proceeded to “pump” the milk. I felt like a cow, literally. At that moment, Jeff barged into my hospital room. Yup, he didn’t even knock. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. You would think his reaction would be to apologize and leave my room. Nope. He glanced at the machine and then back to me and my daughter. He then proceeded to tell me everything I was doing wrong. If I had breast fed right, I wouldn’t need this contraption. Excuse me? Seriously, this guy had barely had a serious relationship in his life, let alone any experience with any kids. What the hell did he know about breast feeding?! Thankfully my husband noticed the look on my face and steam coming from my ears and escorted Jeff out of the room while explaining that I was exhausted and needed some rest.
Again, what gives people the right to tell me what I am doing wrong when they clearly have had no experience themselves?