In which I do a confession

I’m doing Rapley with my baby.

A year ago I did Rapley-Bashing.

You see, in?a mommy-group on facebook, someone as opinionated as myself stated an opinion on something I was not opinionated on, I automatically had an allergic reaction to it, therefore suddently gaining an opinion on the matter that was the oposite of the other person’s opinion. Because ?I couldn’t possibly go and agree, could I?

Exactly.

Therefore.

Since someone said Rapley was awesome and seemed to think everybody should do Rapley, at least in my humble and unjudgemental perception, I was NOT going to do Rapley. Not on your life. Not even gonna think about it. Rapley is ridiculous and evil.

Just the name. Have you ever heard such a silly name? I Haven’t. Stupid philosophy, really.

And then my baby was born and I wanted to breastfeed as long as possible and I wanted to not do what someone told me about starting my baby on solids for sure by 6 months.

So in my efforts to NOT start my baby on solids before 1 year, I ended up doing Rapley.

Burn.

I know. I Know. I will better myself.

I mean, really. This week, I made an appointment for Polio shots. And tetanus. I am really humble and compliant, y’all. A good listener. A good citizen and abiding by the Polio-shot-law-for-the-safety-of-the-nation.

My point being…

Why is my opinion so important to me? It’s something to hide behind. Something to feel important with. Better then you. Or just produce an identity with.

There’s often several reasons involved. Mostly not good ones.

I find my identity in Christ.

I do not find my identity in being the health -freak, the not-vaccinating my kids weirdo, the anti-rapley or pro-rapley, the Anne of Green Gables lover…

I will not call it Rapley, if you prefer.

I am just giving ny baby little pieces of food more often instead of always mashing it. And it happens to be a thing, and the thing happens to be called the Rapley method.

I am finding my identity in Christ.

And if you want to share advice or an opinion with me, I will try to not respond to it like a teenage. Try, I said. I will try to listen, open minded, and not voice loud opinions before hearing you out just for the sake of being obnoxious.

Or after you voicing your opinions, for that matter.

Because I am not my opinion, and you are not your opinion either. We both just have it.

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