Sometimes it seems like parenthood is about constantly letting go. These children of ours have their own ideas, their own desires, and their own way.
It is a constant struggle for me to parent well, to do the training and teaching well, to nurture, but still let them be their own person.
My kids have started walking away the second they find their feet solidly underneath them. Now that there are four of them, every moment I feel as if I am either herding grasshoppers or racing snails. Sometimes both at the same time. I struggle to maintain order without being a control freak. If I give them an inch, they take a mile. And then we’re back to no freedoms.
I know that this parenting gig has incredible rewards. It wouldn’t be rewarding if it wasn’t so dang hard, I suppose. But sometimes, okay, most of the time, I sure wish there were a magic parenting pill. ‘Cause I could use one about now.
4 comments:
I feel you, sister suffragette. I had a challenging evening with my moppets as well.
Just thanks. thanks for sharing. and being real. It's a war for their hearts. Not perfection. I keep telling myself. signed- The 'cat-herder'.
I understand exactly what you are saying. We deal with those same issues and my children are 14 and almost 11.
Wish you could have been in my kitchen this afternoon as Stefani and I shared those exact same gripes. That fine line of motherhood is awfully elusive some days!
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