The mom wars

You know that new movie with Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway? The one where they are best friends getting married and fighting over a wedding date at the plaza ( I think it's the plaza anyway) ? ...The movie that looks ridiculous but also looks slightly amusing and some deep down part of me wants to see? Yeah that movie. 

 

Well the preview for it got me thinking. Bride Wars? Mom Wars are so much more extreme. I mean, a wedding is one day, your child is your life. 

I had been warned about this sort of thing pre-baby. I knew it would happen and knew it was only a matter of time. When Noah had all those issues with his brain I felt the constant need to show people what he could do, what milestones he had reached, and how smart he was. I was constantly validating his "normalness" . I thought that this quirk was unique to my situation but with the birth of my friends kids shortly thereafter, I realized this was the Mom Wars, the competition that we all embark on between our kid and the rest of em'. 

I am really not too bad with this. Seriously. I have gotten over the initial panic about Noah's development and proudly did NOT buy " What to Expect the toddler years" ( although I was tempted)  I am chill now. Well sometimes anyway. 

My good friend is the one who inspired this post. She is bad. Before we had kids I would not have pinned her as the Mom Wars "type". In fact, she was a heck of a lot more lax than me...Truth be told however, she is the worst. Example: Her daughter is almost 9 months old- she is adorable, super chubby, and a super good baby.  This baby is a sweet marshmallow. However, in my friends world her kid can say FIVE words??? Seriously...she coo's...and my friend counts it as a word.  The Mom Warrior in me wants to snap back that it is NOT a word, that Noah bearly has 5 words... but I don't. I am proud of myself. I let her gloat and brag, and compete, because really, what are we competing for? 

Is this really what we do? Brag about our kids, stretch the truth, need to have the smartest, cutest, most well adjusted kid on the playground? Seriously, this parenting shit is craazzyyy sometimes.