The hardest job you will ever love... Do I love the job? Really? I love my kids, but the JOB of raising them... I am not so sure I love it. I am not even really sure if I so much as like it. First off, there are no do-overs. If you fuck up, that is it, you have fucked up. Chances are it will come up later in life in a counseling session or two. If you mold the clay the wrong way, you can't go back in time and change it. Whats done is done. What you do or teach they learn and see. If you do it wrong, well that is that.
A good amount of the time I feel like I am a decent parent. I provide a sturdy, stable home. I provide healthy meals that I cook with love. I am here for them when they need me, and I step back when they need to make mistakes. I let them lose friends, I let them say the wrong thing. I let them make mistakes, because that, is how you learn to live life. Sometimes the mistakes they make effect me more than I wish they would.
Like when they chose to take something that was not theirs. Obviously they were the ones in trouble. But I felt like all eyes were on me as well. I was the one that was supposed to teach them that was wrong, and apparently I had not done that. The problem also becomes mine when it has to do with a friends children. I refuse to tell my child not to tell another child something. I am sick of myself doing that, walking on broken glass to try to make sure everyone else is happy with my opinions. Why would I want, or expect my child to do the same thing I hate myself for?
I really think that if you tell people how you feel, eventually they will respect you for it. You will become a stronger person for speaking your mind, and your heart will not be as heavy.
Friendships change. Sometimes they grow, and sometimes they grow apart. People change. Life changes. Situations change.
All I can do is continue to do what I can. I tell my children how I feel they should act, and I hope that they agree with me and act that way. I see the fork in the road, and if they do not ask which way to go, well then I let them choose for themselves, and I think that is how life should work. I will not fight the battles for them. I will not call other parents and tell them what to tell their children. I will let my child choose to ignore it, or keep up with it, and live through the drama it entails. What else can I do?
I give my children a home, a stable living situation, love, and feed them when they are hungry. I wish parenting was as simple as that. I wish I knew which road I was supposed to take, which way to go with all this... I could ask my mom, but she would not lead me, she would just be there, following behind and supporting me, and that is why I have always appreciated her, and felt loved. I hope, that my children can feel the same about me.
A good amount of the time I feel like I am a decent parent. I provide a sturdy, stable home. I provide healthy meals that I cook with love. I am here for them when they need me, and I step back when they need to make mistakes. I let them lose friends, I let them say the wrong thing. I let them make mistakes, because that, is how you learn to live life. Sometimes the mistakes they make effect me more than I wish they would.
Like when they chose to take something that was not theirs. Obviously they were the ones in trouble. But I felt like all eyes were on me as well. I was the one that was supposed to teach them that was wrong, and apparently I had not done that. The problem also becomes mine when it has to do with a friends children. I refuse to tell my child not to tell another child something. I am sick of myself doing that, walking on broken glass to try to make sure everyone else is happy with my opinions. Why would I want, or expect my child to do the same thing I hate myself for?
I really think that if you tell people how you feel, eventually they will respect you for it. You will become a stronger person for speaking your mind, and your heart will not be as heavy.
Friendships change. Sometimes they grow, and sometimes they grow apart. People change. Life changes. Situations change.
All I can do is continue to do what I can. I tell my children how I feel they should act, and I hope that they agree with me and act that way. I see the fork in the road, and if they do not ask which way to go, well then I let them choose for themselves, and I think that is how life should work. I will not fight the battles for them. I will not call other parents and tell them what to tell their children. I will let my child choose to ignore it, or keep up with it, and live through the drama it entails. What else can I do?
I give my children a home, a stable living situation, love, and feed them when they are hungry. I wish parenting was as simple as that. I wish I knew which road I was supposed to take, which way to go with all this... I could ask my mom, but she would not lead me, she would just be there, following behind and supporting me, and that is why I have always appreciated her, and felt loved. I hope, that my children can feel the same about me.
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