You can cover it with a spiritual veneer, you can call it “speaking truth over them,” you can call it a “parental blessing,” you can even call it “stirring them up to greatness.” But from where I sit, and after what I’ve seen, I’ll just call it probably harmful.
"I was watching her sleep next to me and realized it didn’t look right. I unbuttoned her onesie and this is what I saw...Get your baby to the hospital."
"The other day at whole foods one of my kids started chanting, 'I love McDonalds.' as loud as He could while onlookers looked on mortified and stunned that this sweet child would be saying such things so close to the Kombucha."
"If you come across any woman who has lost a baby at ANY stage in pregnancy or following birth—please do the universe a massive favor, and steer clear of saying any of these 5 things."
“My goodness these can’t be all of yours right? You do know you have to pay for college and weddings for them all right? Is your husband fixed? Are you fixed?”
"The question caught me off guard, like the car in your blind spot when you’re changing lanes, the one that lays on the horn and gives you the finger and sends your heart into a series of herky-jerky palpitations that make you wonder if you should dial 911."
