I'm trying to remind myself that everything that happens has a lesson attached to it. The lesson that I'm learning right now is that if I have a son, or even a daughter for that matter, I need to remember to not fall into the trap of believing that their poop doesn't stink, that they can do nothing wrong, that their battles are mine to fight. I need to remember not to enable my son (especially sons it seems) to fall into the typical local boy lazy butt momma's boy, cooking and cleaning for him, washing his clothes until he's 40 years old trap. I need to remember that when my son (or daughter) has a family of their own, I do not interfere. I do not try to make up for past wrongs by making my son/daughter a loser with babying them. Dude, I can go on and on, but yea, that's basically what I want to remember.
It's just an irritation that I have with parents in general, and when I see it in my own immediate family, it pisses me off even more. Funny how even when I was a kid, or maybe it's cuz my mom is old school, if the teacher called or if I went to the office, it was MY fault automatically, even before the whole story was told. Now days, if a teacher calls a parent, the parent has a million and one excuses for what their child did, or it's just straight up the teacher's fault.
I'm so irritated by hypocrisy, which probably only means that I'm the biggest hypocrite ever. It's just easier to see it in others than in yourself. Grr.
2 comments:
Jay and I have that conversation daily. Why is it now that parents blame the teacher? I remember getting the blame without question when I was growing up.
It's difficult not to defend your child, on the other hand, I think you need to be able to see their strengths and weaknesses.
Having a son like Kahia teaches me every single day. Because of him, I've learned humility. No matter how hard I try to make him behave the way I want him to, it just doesn't work. I really and truly believe he was sent to me specifically to teach me that I can try my hardest, but sometimes it's not enough.
I love the crap out of that kid, but I am also well aware of how irritating, loud, and obnoxious he can be. I also know that many people find him difficult, if not impossible to handle.
Parenthood is difficult. It's all about balance. Some find it. Some don't. And I think it's especially difficult for those "passionate" parents, which I know I am.
you know, you're so describing my brother! LOL. It's the Hawaii son syndrome!
I know it's been a long time, but here goes, lol. God turns all things for good. I mean, I was thinking about Jacob and Esau. That's one story that still bothers me, but Rebekah showed favor to Jacob and the rest is history. I dunno...i'll remind you if you remind me. LOL.
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