Dear Judging Mom,
I’m sorry that we ruined your grocery trip. Really, I am. I never want to inconvenience others. Honestly, I lived a whole lot of years of my life carefully ducking around folks who appeared to be put out by the existence of my family. I thought I was being polite, making sure that my preschoolers whispered, and my toddler didn’t run, and my baby didn’t yank anything off the shelves. Then, one day, the Lord revealed to me that I was teaching my children, on some level, to apologize for normal, routine, childish things. That my constant care for the feelings and comfort of others was often at the cost of relationship with my own children. That I was taking a good thing (respectful public behavior) and making it an idol.