Public Property?

I have a question for my mother and her sisters and her friends that are mothers and their mothers and any dads that might be reading (cough)...was parenting always public property? Is it because our tribe is this huge smelting pot of other tribes and so, your one tribal approach, which would have had tribal support and encouragement, is thrown in constant contrast to another tribe's?
When I had bubba one I broke down in balling, racking, hysterical tears (I since found out this might otherwise be called the three day blues...no one told me about them), but, at the time the tears centred on the fear of judgement. I felt as soon as I left that hospital I would be walking into the role that'd I'd be most judged for, most criticised for..... I was right. And the epidermis one has to develop to survive the judging looks is thicker then a rhinos. I fight fiercely for the right to parent as I see fit, but..... its a tough, judged journey and God forbid you make an error of judgement in the local park!

Have you guys seen that show Outnubered? Its hilarious. Honest and at times painful. I read a review the other day that said the parents "were bad parents"..... right,  now we a judging fictional parenting too! Blimey and how are they bad? Seriously they love their kids, they are real (representations of)people and they try: how on earth is that bad?

 I tell you though Outnumbered is only funny when it doesn't mirror one's life:

Yesterday I was getting rather strong braxton hicks, (I am huge people, nearly a foot of flesh protrudes from me). I was taking Max to the toilet as he had said he was busting for number twos, (turns out he wasn't). I went as well, (because I am hugely pregnant and always need the loo). But I had to be quick because Leo decided he wanted to climb an ornament the cafe owner thought made the loos look pretty (and it does, as long as there are no toddlers there). And so, I hiked my undies up, (but not my dress down) and lurched for the monkey and caught the vase toppling as the four year old who doesn't like to listen decided to open the door: And got his finger jammed as my hip slammed it shut because no I didn't feel like greeting the gaze of the kitchen staff and group of chatting tourist with a squirming two year old under one arm  and bunched up dress framing a stretched belly and some twisted knickers......

And its for this reason that I disagree with many others and say : yes, "Because I Said So!" is an entirely valid reason to insist that your kids listen to you. Because you have the right to protect them from danger or save a bit of  your dignity with out justifying yourself to a four year old . And if parenting has become public property, and if  jamming my son's finger in a door makes me the public's bad mum then fine because the thick skinned rhino mummy prefers to keep her knickers (as often as she can) to herself.