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Day 13 Every little choice

Every little choice you make in parenting is judged by someone else.
If you breastfeed or formula feed. 
If you co-sleep or straight to the crib sleep.
Rear face till two or switch when you feel is right.
All organic or McDonlads...

No matter what we choose we are judged. And it can be very harshly. Feeling very strongly about a certain topic can come out in a very hurtful way. Your best friend will have an opinion, your grandma, the aunt you see three times a year, the lady down the street. EVERYONE and their uncle have an opinion. 

So where do we go.
I tend to put my guards up, ready to attack.
I make my choices and I want others to just say, ok I support that but 90% of the time someone thinks their choice would be better. 

So where does that take me?
To be that 10%, I want to be the 10% that supports mothers, encourages with realness.

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for BUILDING OTHERS UP according to THEIR needs..." Ephesians 4:29

What if we did that?!! What if instead of tearing each other down for different choices, we would build each other up!





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  1. This is good. Becoming a mom that was the hardest thing for me, everyone had something to say. I was afraid if getting judged one way or the other. This is so good though!!

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