As moms we are supposed to have each other's back. Yet, it seems only young moms get dirty looks and constant critique. Let's put this to bed.

We know we are young.

It may come as a surprise, but we do know our own age. We have taken it into account when we decided to become a parent. If we don't care, why do you? It's not your body, it's not your baby.

Awesome, you established a career first.

You may see it as sacrifice, but we don't consider it one. Their life is our life and we like it that way. You know how many times I have changed my mind on what I want to be? Deciding to become a mom stopped me from wasting my time doing things I do not love. We have plenty of time to decide what we want to be and to actually do it. Ya know, during those teenage years where they hate us.

MOST of us don't care that we can't party.

Why is this even a topic? I would much rather have a night in watching movies with the precious life I created than go waste money and make awful decisions. Priorities.

You're right, we aren't ready.

Neither were you as an "older" parent. You may have a career, a house but it doesn't mean you were prepared for a child. I don't care how much money you have in your savings account. Money doesn't prepare you for the sleepless nights and the overwhelming love that makes your heart want to explode.

We see your dirty looks.

I look forward to back to school night. Where the other moms look at you with judgement. You think you're slick, but I see you. Keep rolling your eyes Susan. While you're being pushed around in a wheelchair I'll have all the energy to run and chase my grandchildren.

Stop telling us how to parent.

Mom, grand mom, random stranger, enough. Age may make you feel like you are wiser but it doesn't make you right. Only the mother knows what is best for their child. If I want to co-sleep or feed my kid chocolate cake for breakfast it's my choice. As long they are receiving the love and attention they should be that's good enough for me.

We are all a mess.

Again, there should be some unspoken level of respect towards one another. To that mom in the supermarket dealing with the temper tantrum, it gets easier. To the moms like myself who wear yoga pants and a messy bun religiously, you are beautiful. We are all just trying to get by, raise decent human beings the best we can and make it out alive. Instead of rolling your eyes or inserting unwanted advice, just smile and nod your head.

To my fellow young moms. We are in this together.