....and the end result is that I feel sort of like a stinky mother. Like I've not been paying attention to certain signs. I tell the kids that it's nearly impossible to be aware of everything that comes up in their lives, being that there are so many of them. I don't apologize for it, either. It's just the way things are.
I feel that I let them off too easily, and though the work load around here isn't equal to my abilities, I hesitate to ask for help, wanting instead for them to be able to read my mind.
Silly.
So this afternoon my mind wants to play catch-up and do all sorts of things that this tired old body isn't up for. Must be the guilt talking. Then I just sigh. Sometimes I think our children believe we have all of this experience of parenting, and that our minds are all settled and at rest. Well, nothing could be further from the truth. I only have experience of being a parent by trial and error. Many times it seems that the errors, pretty much, outweigh the pluses.
Guess I needed to get some things off my chest, eh?
I feel that I let them off too easily, and though the work load around here isn't equal to my abilities, I hesitate to ask for help, wanting instead for them to be able to read my mind.
Silly.
So this afternoon my mind wants to play catch-up and do all sorts of things that this tired old body isn't up for. Must be the guilt talking. Then I just sigh. Sometimes I think our children believe we have all of this experience of parenting, and that our minds are all settled and at rest. Well, nothing could be further from the truth. I only have experience of being a parent by trial and error. Many times it seems that the errors, pretty much, outweigh the pluses.
Guess I needed to get some things off my chest, eh?
