Specifically, she started going on and on about walkers. And I was like, in a totally non-confrontational way, “You know, they really recommend against those now because they’re not really safe.”
Which of all people, my mother should know, considering that I WENT DOWN THE BACK STAIRS IN ONE AS AN INFANT.
But no, my mother is convinced that was just because my father wasn’t watching me carefully enough.
And I’m like, “Well, Mom, actually the problem with them is mainly that they can go so fast that even someone watching carefully might not be able to catch them in time.”
And my mother is like BUT IT WAS TOTALLY STABLE AND YOU LOVED IT (except when I WENT DOWN THE BACK STAIRS, I can only assume).
(WHICH OH WAIT DID I SAY ANYTHING ABOUT STABILITY I DON’T THINK SO)
And of course they used them for my two younger sisters, too, and neither of THEM went down the back stairs so they are obviously safe for everyone ever.
This evening I finally got a chance to look over some of the fliers we got at AJ’s four-month appointment last week and oh, look, “DO NOT USE BABY WALKERS” has its own bullet point and everything.
Mentioning this to my mother would, of course, only be an exercise in frustration.
your mom, yo. she’s… something.