I am always amused, and sometimes irritated that some Mothers think that Motherhood should be an Olympic sport. Instead of supporting each other, some Moms sit in judgment of other Moms, and sometimes even turn on them. Charming. My guess is, if one of these women was reincarnated as a gerbil, she'd be the one who would eat the other gerbil's young.
In my experience, it's the Mom who is oh-so- Martha, you know, she makes her own dirt and all, who is the most guilty.
Look lady, I'm thrilled that you only buy organic, make your own baby food, and that your craft projects are like a cottage industry. I think it's fantastic that you don't allow your child to play with guns, transformers or any other commercial super hero. It's fabulous that your children only have wooden toys and don't watch TV. And I'm impressed that the names Dora, Uniqua, and Ming-Ming have no special meaning to your kid. Really.
But, could you just accept the fact that I can't sustain your exemplary standards? It isn't personal. I'm actually comforted by the knowledge that your life is harder than mine.
Oh, and by the way, I know what you're thinking, so let me help you out - no, these rules by which you live will NOT guarantee your child a place at Harvard, so lose the attitude.