<p>If there is one thing I&#39;ve learned since having kids is to never say &quot;I&#39;d never&quot;.&#0160; All it takes is one off-handed comment--along the lines of &quot;I&#39;d never feed my children McDonald&#39;s!&quot;--for you to find yourself on a lonely stretch of road with a screaming, starving child and nothing but the Golden Arches or Doublemint gum as dinner options.&#0160; Suddenly, McNuggets start to look pretty damn healthy and you look like an ass.</p>

<p>Anytime I start to criticize a mother (shameful, but it happens!) I stop myself because I know what&#39;s coming.</p>

<p>I call it Mama Karma and I&#39;ve learned to respect it.</p>

<p>Let&#39;s say I&#39;m at the park and some kid starts to cry because they don&#39;t want to share the sandbox.&#0160; I mean, come on!&#0160; You&#39;re at the park, right?&#0160; Before my eyes are done with the involuntary eye rolling, guess who&#39;s kid starts screaming because a baby touched him and THE WIND!&#0160; IT IS BLOWING! WAAA!</p>

<p>Karma.&#0160; Right. </p>

<p>I think most of us have experienced this, and this is why the people who tend to hold doors open for me when I&#39;m pushing a stroller and trying to balance a huge bag and a coffee are other mothers (or fathers!) pushing strollers.&#0160; Because they know.&#0160; We have to watch out for each other. </p>
