“Pardon us, happiness lives here.”
I cannot tell you just how much I now I realize that this should have been the response to any and all (& there have been a lot) of the judgmental on-lookers or statement-makers that I have encountered along the way.
When you are a parent, whether of a newborn or teenagers, you will consistently (and likely on a day-to-day basis) be bombarded with negative words and looks from critical strangers.
You know those people — the ones that walk around like they have a figurative stick up their bottom while they berate you for getting a literal stick out of your toddler’s bottom.
It’s those same people that have an utterly beautiful (and I’m being absolutely sarcastic here) resting face — which they regularly aim in your direction, looking like they just tasted something sour — who silently scold you when your child actually does eat something sour and screams in pain (& in public).
You know who else it is? It’s those people that don’t understand why your toddler is wearing mix-matched socks, why your infant is in a dirty onesie and walking around without shoes, and why your oldest has pink hair and a choker necklace on.
It’s those people that I now feel sorry for; those same people that have actually caused me to question my parenting methods and my abilities as a mother.
To all of those people out there, and there are an awful lot of you, when my circus act and I parade through the city, simply pardon us because we have decided as a family to embrace our craziness.
Happiness lives inside of us and I couldn’t be prouder of that.
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