Let me begin by stating I have no children of my own.
I’m still waiting for the ideal womb to come along. My wife knows about this and is completely supportive, I’m assuming.
That being said, I do regularly observe my friends raising their own children. Acting as a silent participant, I watch as these friends improperly perform many simple parenting tasks. (I say “watch” although it’s more cringing than watching.)
It’s almost too laughable to go into detail. The thousands of daily, minute parenting skills so many parents get wrong.
Do I correct my friends? No, that would be extremely rude. Rather, I write an in-depth blog post about their parental negligence for the world to view.
Are my motives perverse and intrusive? Not at all. I’m simply a concerned parent of an unborn baby.
My goal is always clear: Above all else, I want every new parent to absorb the helpful parenting skills I’ve acquired — skills I’ve honed through the art of never raising my own child.