Mean Girls...The Mommy Issue.

I don't remember these girls in High School.
I had no problems making lots of friends, didn't have any scary physical deformities and was pretty popular with the boys.
Moving on.
Only when I became a Mom would I experience perhaps the worst breed of Mean Girls: The supposedly grown-up version who has an opinion for everything, knows it all and how to do it and thinks her mothering style is the holly grail of motherhood.
I do admit to having some of these faults but all of the above combined with the ability to not only make you feel inadequate but to regress to adolescence and going back for more?
Meet the Mean Mommies.
Not the Joan Crawford ones.
Not the Casey Anthony ones either.
I am not even referring to the sometimes annoying-but-sometimes-charming mommies who are armed with their perfectly dressed up angelic babies, their PBA free bottled up breast milk, their "green" diaper bag filled to the rim with cloth diapers looking effortlessly striking themselves.
Mean? Nah. Well maybe sometimes.
Oh no, the mean mommies I am referring to are a particular breed.
These mean mommies love to gossip, and not in the "What the hell is she wearing" type of way.
Not even in the "Attachment parenting? That's all little weird!"
Gossiping with the goal of not only alienate one or more mommies, but to somehow feel better about their own selves.
And then comes to Mean Mommies wannabes.
The ones that surround the Queen Mean Mommy Bee as anchors to their own feelings of belonging.
Here is my only advice to the Mean Mommies and wannabes out there:
Your children are watching. They are listening. They are learning.
Mothers certainly can't be perfect all the time and a little harmless gossiping won't damage anyone to the point of no return.
But the mean look, the mean words and the mean attitude?
These have the power to shape future...Mean girls...And boys.
What is even more amazing is how these Mean mommies shake their heads in disbelief when they hear about the latest bullying horror story on the news.
It's closer than you think.
It's right here.
I should know...I am guilty of fulfilling my role as a Mean Mommy wannabe at times.
And it stops right here.

“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”- Yoda

Namaste xox