This weekend we went to a sweet friend’s house, and my kiddos–one in particular–screamed and wanted to leave when a little dog met us at the door.

I didn’t even see the dog, honestly, until I saw the reaction…

Our hostess was an absolute angel and came out to put little minds at ease and offered to put the dog in another room. (I tell you, not everyone is so considerate.)

So we all entered the beautiful home, and all I could think was: You can’t be a mom and be prideful. I mean, for real.

The evening went by beautifully and my kids were little stars… at least, in my eyes.

At some point in the evening, young couples sitting near us got up all at once and disappeared into another room. And I randomly remembered–this morning while getting ready, oddly enough–that one of the girls said to one she was walking with: We don’t hate dogs.

Wow.

My statement remains true. You can’t be a mom and be prideful…

I haven’t been a mom for very long–5 years, 7 months, plus 9 months–but I sure have heard commentary from old and young who feel like they know better than I do. Old women like to share their brash, crass thoughts but I think what hurts even more than that is hearing the young ones who have yet to be moms make bold statements out of their own ignorance.

My thoughts right now circle once again back to pride and moms just not going together…

I could list the comments I’ve received here but there’s no need to wallow in that kind of hurt. (It really does hurt.)

Yes, my kids may embarrass me from time to time–but such is life. If they’re not embarrassing me I imagine I’d be embarrassing them. They need my love and support–and I sure do adore them.

So the best thing I can do is stand between them and the commentators. Their words are not going to reach my babies.

Nuh-uhn. Not on my watch.