I insult my kid for likes
- Marsha L. Riley
- Sep 7, 2016
- 2 min read

In my attempt to grow my social media following I've been paying close attention to some of the more popular mom bloggers and I can't help but notice how many likes posts that insult kids seem to be getting.
How can I in good conscience call my child "an angry little f**ker*" and worse than that, how can a post like that get 20,000 likes?
Let's top off that post with a cherry on top. The blogger goes on to say that parents must stop assuming that violent kids come from violent homes.
Sad really, that our tolerance for violence has become so high that no one seemed to realize that the description used by HER for HER OWN son was in fact violent.
I am really disturbed that the more tired, frustrated and dysfunctional a mom pretends to be, the more she is followed.
When did parenting become the job we love to hate? When did our kids become the cause of our distress? When did it become a competition to prove who can be stressed out the most?
Don't we see that these blogs are not giving us comfort, but are in fact further creating a culture of mediocrity and further enabling dysfunction?
Once again, we lap up self help books that preach associating with successful people and we follow millionaires in hope of receiving inspiration yet when it comes to the world of parenting we shun those that aim for excellence and those that seem to have it together become outcasts rather than examples for inspiration.
We are oh so happy to buy bling to prove to the world we've made it yet we feel ashamed to tell the world that our kids are frickin awesome.
I hate it when mom's sit and compete with each other for who has the biggest monster? Like seriously? If you're bad talking them then what's left for the rest of the world? If you're not their biggest cheerleader then who's gonna be?
Sure enough, they have their moments and I'm definitely certain we have many off days but don't you have anything positive to focus on?
What we focus on will multiply...
So yeah, my daughter's the bomb. She eats veggies, is polite most of the times and obedient all the time.
Tough cookies to those that think differently. I was raised to keep my dirty laundry private and I am certainly not prepared to hang all of hers out just to get a few likes.
So stop trying to prove to the world that your life is harder than mine and stop trying to medal in the world's worst kid race. It's plain dumb if you ask me.
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