A parent has no more important task than to love, care, and educate their children. It is often said it is those we care the most about that can hurt us the most. This morning I lost it on one of my children. I rarely do so, but when I do, it typically is a total war. I cannot stand being lied too. I cannot stand being disobeyed, especially when it’s something stupid simple.
I too get worn down and cannot always carry the burdens that lay before me.
I have always treated my children like I want them to treat me, with respect and love.
It kills me when one is so ill like one of mine is and there is a fine line you have to walk between discipline and compassion that sometimes you step over into one zone too far accidently or unknowingly.
At the same time, it hurts when you are let down by a child, when they know better and if they just put forth just a little energy whatever the situation would have never been.
I love my angels. I wouldn’t trade them for any life in the world or any other child in the world.
I just wish sometimes the journey wasn’t so damn bumpy and frightening.
Then again, nothing ever worth the energy of life to enjoy has been truly easy. There is always some level of trial in the truly passionate ventures.
I just hope they are not 30 when it finally clicks and they understand that I really am not the worlds worse parental unit nor am I evil and uncaring. That everything I have tried to teach them is out of the passion and love for their success and enjoyment of life that I have for them in my heart.
Here is to complicated lives and loves of all natures and causes!
aka Soulbound Heart