I shall not judge.

Today, J requested to put on a skirt over her onesie after her bath.
She didn't insist. She just took the skirt while I was taking her clothes out from her drawers, and gave me a gentle reminder by holding it up to my face when I dressed her.
I let her wear it anyway.

Some days when we are at my mum's, she walks to the sister's dresser and "Ah!" rather loudly to the hair-clip we put on her once for fun. Then she touches her hair. Every.single.time.
I let her put it on anyway.
I even got her a headband for the sister's wedding because that look of joy on her face is priceless when she has a headband on.

She's not one yet, but she requests to put on shoes. She will stick out her leg and give that same look of joy. We bought her two pairs of shoes and let her wear it anyway.

I am not a fan of Hello Kitty, but J has developed a liking for cats after a short meeting with the sister's neighbour's cute kitten. Now she goes "(m)eow" every time she sees a cat, or a picture of a cat. And she picked out a pair of Hello Kitty shoes.
We got that for her anyway.


So what am I getting at?
It's as though I get a new brain this start of October, I am feeling extra reflective today.


I used to judge. 

I used to look at little babies with headbands and/or pretty clothes on and wondered, "Why do this to a baby? She's not a doll." You see, I judged the parents. I was certain that the parents were the ones who decided to doll their little girl up.
Now I learn that a baby CAN have an opinion on what he/she wants to wear.

I used to see themed first-birthday parties and wondered why there was a theme in the first place. How would a one-year-old know Hello Kitty, or Barney, or princesses?
Now I learn that a baby CAN express their likes and dislikes for characters. And parents probably get their cue for the themes from there. Who knows?

I look at little children running around the malls with parents who don't seem to care and go "tsk tsk" in my heart. For all we know, the parents have been trying to chase after the children for the past two hours and have just started to relax.

I used to get upset when there is a missing bus. Where did it go? Why is the driver so slow?
After my encounter with a bus break-down recently, the answer is simple. The bus could have broken down. Simple as that.


Who am I to judge, really?
I'm sorry I used to.

This month, I'll practise detox of the mind and learn not to judge.
This month, I'll work to be a better me.