When Gemma was about five days old, we were in the grocery store when an old lady went crazy on me and gave me the first stranger inflicted assvice / verbal dressing-down episodes of my parenting career.
Here I was, barely standing and using the stroller as a crutch for my poor embattled nethers with an old lady yelling at me -- loudly -- that I should never, ever let my child cry 'you MUST pick her up all the time. A good mum picks up her child all the time.' For the record, Gemma had just let out one of those wonderful little baby bird squawks before returning to her slumber and that was the 'crying' I was being reprimanded for. Old lady made this hormonal new mom cry. Hard.
Some people love to think they are a better parent than the you. Most of them as far as I can tell either don't have children or had children sometime in the Mesozoic era. Word to some of my more judgemental elders: times have changed and I might not parent like you.
Anyway. I think the woman who found the following note on her car wind shield might live in my neighbourhood and met the lady from my grocery store experience:
The mom found this on her windshield at the shopping mall where she was with her 18 month old who kept ripping off his shoes and socks. FTR: It was 17 degrees (64 for my American friends.)
So either this was a personal vendetta against this woman or OH MY HOLY HECK MR or MISS or MRS STRANGER! You try keeping socks on a child's feet when she doesn't want to wear them without resorting to duct tape and staples. I bet the note would have even been a whole lot nastier if the mom HAD used duct tape and staples to keep the kid's socks on.
Let me tell you, when Gemma was 18 months old, she was a motherbleeping naked Houdini regardless of weather conditions. She could escape onesies, socks, and prisons like no other child.
Bottom line: Bad Moms don't judge, they give support. Usually found in a nod of 'been there, done that, you'll get through it just fine.'