*yes, open letters are passive aggressive. I don’t know this lady. And, I was so dumb-founded, I couldn’t even muster a response!*
Dear Self-Proclaimed Nosey Grandma-
Saturday was a nice day. A day our entire family of five managed to get out of the house successfully and make it to our oldest’s soccer game on time.
So, we arrived, I put on my moby wrap, wrapped her up and off we went to watch the game.
Around half time, I got a little antsy (the little one likes to keep moving), so I started walking around and headed over to another adjoining field. As I was walking back, you walked up to me, and quite frankly caught me by surprise.
You came up to me and said “I’m a grandma. My daughter says I’m nosey.”
Okay, I think. This nice woman is going to ask to see my baby or inquire about the device in which I’m wearing her.
Nope. Couldn’t have been more wrong.
You asked me “is your baby okay?”
Even with my rocking aviators, I know my face must have said a lot because I had no idea what you were talking about.
I said “yes.” And, you asked me “can you baby breath in there? There is a baby in there, right? I’m worried he’ll suffocate.”
I said “yes, she can breath, she’s fine” and walked away.
As I was walking I was shaking my head at you. Do you seriously think I’m going to suffocate my child? (And, by the way, you can’t see but her face is showing on the other side, I wrapped the top because she kept leaning back.)
And, not only that, but you question my parenting to my face? Bold, I have to say.
I appreciate that you have a concern, but, I’m clearly thinking. I’ve got my daughter’s skin covered so she doesn’t get a sunburn, I’m using an umbrella. And for the love of all things parenting, she’s on my chest, I can feel her breathing!
Next time, please listen to your daughter. She was right to say you were nosey and suggest you not come question me.
(Just in case you are friends with the grandma at the High. Let her know that no, my baby won’t fall out of this either.)
I’ve managed to keep my 5.5 and 3.5 year olds alive and thriving…I’ve got this one, too.
The woman that loves her baby and would never do anything to hurt her. We had to work way too hard to get her here.