OK. I’ve never had a stranger try to correct me. If they did, I wouldn’t put much credit in it because they don’t know me, my kids or anything.
However, I had the one person that most everyone has. A Mom. O boy. She never stopped! Some of her stuff I blew off (The reason my nursing baby had colic was because there was something spiritually wrong in my life and I needed to pray.) Others smacked of right. Like, well, I stepped into being a Mom when my oldest was 2 years old (adopted.) I lost two years of prep. Mom came to visit not long after. Two year old was crying and whining about not wanting to go to bed. I was reasoning with her. Mom got quietly fed up after a few minutes, and just picked said two year old up, said, “You’re going to bed,” put her into bed, kissed her good night, and that was that. End of story! My husband and I looked at each other, and he said, “I’ve always thought I had to directly address whatever it was she was crying about…..” We learned. (I still have this vision of her slinging Jen over her shoulder like a sacka potatoes and tossing her into bed! She didn’t do that, of course but…yeah….sometimes just quit talking and reasoning Mom & Dad!)