Anti-bullying campaigns have been part of school curricula for at least 10 years, but I question whether the time spent teaching children to "tell a grown up" is even helpful, when in fact, the concerns stem from deeper sources than simply some kid with anger issues.

This generation craves popularity. Opportunities for reality TV shows, YouTube viral videos and gamer status is creating a generation of children who not only live their lives in the public eye, but experience feelings of failure when that Instagram picture doesn't get as many hits as the one posted prior to it.

When I was pregnant with my first child, I had a list of all the "dos and don'ts" required for effectively achieving the status of perfect parent. As I swapped my hopes for a career in nursing, and instead chose countless hours of time bonding with my children, in those early days of motherhood when I was stumbling over the educational toys strewn about my home, nobody could have convinced me then that I would become what I am today.

Watching The View this morning the controversy whirred around reproductive parts, and what we, as parents, should be teaching our children to call them. The consensus: It just doesn't seem right to hear a little girl referring to her breasts. Boobies is much cuter. Because we're concerned about the cuteness of these body parts on a seven-year-old?

I grew up in the era of Tough Love. There was no pretending in my home. My mother called it as she saw it, and what she saw wasn't always pretty. I've spent years meticulously choosing politically correct ways of disciplining my children. Now I know exactly where I went wrong.

My stay-at-home friends and I are always ready to slay the reputation of our fellow women in the quintessential ploy to be the superior mothers. Why is it that in a male-dominated world, women are so quick to cut each other down, rather than speak up in defense of one another?