Today’s post was written by a guest blogger. Jessica is one of the nicest, most compassionate, devoted wife, mother, friend that we know. We are grateful for her blog!
Judge not lest ye be judged.  Matthew 7:1.
I grew up Southern Baptist, raised in GMA’s and had Bible verses drilled into me from a young age.  I can sing them, recite them but a lot of times I fall short at living them.  I’m can be a  judger.  I’ll judge you for your poor choice in outfits, your chronic lateness, your poor proofreading of FB post or emails.  It’s not a harsh judgment, it’s more of a “to make myself feel better” judgment.  It’s something I’m definitely working on because I know I’m not perfect.  I’m far from it.  I am reminded daily.  
I think becoming a parent is a good reminder of how not perfect you truly are.  Before I had children I could judge moms.  How could you let your kid run around all day in just a diaper?  How can you let your child roll around on the disgusting ground?  How can you let your child sleep with you?  Before I had children I thought all these things.  And then my perfect little Jett arrived… followed by my perfect little Jay.  

I can no longer judge other moms.  Survival is the utmost goal, clothing is optional.  Breastfeed or formula feed, cry it out or co-sleep, it’s your decision and you don’t have to defend it to anyone.  Every day I awake with excellent intentions but some days my kids watch TV all day and eat snacks for dinner.  It’s ok.
Today I felt the sting of being judged.  JJ was done eating and wanted to run away.  I let him.  People were aghast.  Who does this toddler belong to and why is he alone?  After wrangling him back in I entertained him by allowing him to throw away our lunch.  So he lingered in the trash too long.  Did I deserve the “that’s disgusting” remark?  Maybe.  Do I care?  Not really.  I’m happy at this point in my life to surround myself with people who get me.  I barely have time for them so I definitely don’t have time for people who don’t.
Judge not, let ye be judged.  God definitely has a sense of humor.  Whenever you think you’re better than someone else, he allows you to be knocked down.  To go on from that verse it says why look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?  I think a lot of times, we judge others based on our own insecurities.  You’re not better than anyone else.  We are all just trying to do the best with what we have in this life.  God doesn’t love you more than he loves me.  We should all remember that.  And next time you see a mom struggling, a kind word, assistance, or even a look of “I’ve been there, it’ll get better” goes a long way.  We’re in this sisterhood together!

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