those that can judge

Everyone else is talking about the most unfortunate tragedy at the Cincinnati Zoo this weekend so why not toss my opinion out there into the webs?

I wasn’t there to witness the drama that unfolded when that little boy fell into the gorilla enclosure where Harambe dwelled. I wasn’t a bystander just standing by recording it all on my iPhone.

Who am I to judge?

I’m the mother of five children whom I have raised. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve made way too many mistakes. I turned my head away for but a moment while my 3 year old hid away in the clothes rack in a department store. I have paused to wipe baby spit up from one of mine long enough for another to walk right into a swimming pool and go under. I have sat right next to a child of mine as they gasped and choked on the hot dog pieces that I failed to cut up into pieces that no child would ever choke on. I was the mom, holding the hand of my child only to have her let go just like that and take off running as fast as she could toward the end of the Capitola Wharf…it’s amazing how fast a 7 month pregnant woman can run. I am the mom who stepped inside to check on the napping 4 year old and to get ready for work just long enough for her almost 9 year old daughter to wander out of the yard in search of her teenaged sister and friend, crossing a busy street at the end of our cul de sac to be struck by a truck.

Accidents happen. Shit happens. Bad things happen even in the presence of the most expert of parents.

Who am I to judge?

I wasn’t there at the Cincinnati Zoo. I am not a zoologist. I am not an expert in the behavior of primates like a silverback gorilla. I was not there.

Who am I to judge?

I’ll leave that for the rest of the inter webs and experts on social media…and I will be thankful that none of these experts have ever been around to judge my bad mama moments. Oh, and I shall give thanks to be living in the time with a land full of so many parenting and gorilla experts.