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Mommy wars...WHAT?!?!

There are times when I hate the internet.
I hate that people have such access to boundless supplies of research materials, both accurate and inaccurate.
I hate that sometimes parents make decisions for their kids based on misinformation.
I hate that some parents aren't more open to different methods.  Not to try them, but just to realize that there are different ways of rearing a child, and even if it's not the path you choose, it's still not wrong.

I feel this way because I can relate.

I chose to start my daughter on a bottle in addition to breast feeding before 4 weeks.  According to some people, I didn't operate with my child's best interest at the forefront of my conscious.
Instead of taking the leap in preparing my daughter for my return into the work force when she was 6 weeks old, I should have been foregoing sleep, and nursing her for HOURS on end.
I'm a horrible mother.

When I was working full time, we often made something specifically for my son at mealtime... not because he was picky or had any kind of dietary restrictions, but because I usually was too busy getting everything together for my work day to eat.  So it was something quick and easy for him.
He's grown used to this, and still has a little bit of a block when it comes to trying anything I make for the family.
I'm a Horrible mother.

I use disposable diapers... Apparently I'm an anti-hippie. 
Also... horrible mother.

I vaccinate my kids.
*horrible mother*

As parents, we put a lot of ourselves into the decisions we make for our kids.  We pour over how to introduce solid foods, when to introduce a bottle or whether to do it at all. 
Just because someone does it differently, even if you don't understand, doesn't make it wrong.

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