I think to myself…
ok. I’ve done most everything in my life wrong. I didn’t finish college, never even learned to type properly. I walked off the best job I ever had because of the rantings of a boss that I probably could have gotten fired or sued.
This list is way to fucking long, trust me. Bad decisions almost everywhere you look. Just ask my mom. But the one thing no one, not even my ex mother in law, faults me on is my parenting. Here and there, there are things I am not super adept at, like playing dolls or coordinating playdates. But I would do anything for these kidlets. My heart, my effort, my existence revolves around them.
So, I consider myself a good and pretty cool mom. I know them. I treat them with respect. I try to meet them each where they are in life and how they need me. I’m a bit hands off, but not in a neglectful way. Just that I like to see them make their own choices (to great degree) and thereby learn from them.
It’s got an “I told you so vibe” without having to say it really.
And I like to think these kidlets respect me. They don’t rule the roost. I’ve got things under control here. Right?
Not that I didn’t question that slightly when what was supposed to be a family meeting to enforce punishment on the 18 year old for lying ended up with her curfew being extended. But I only questioned it just for a second. Lol
Until I see this today. Granted, this is a house of 4 women (big and little). Once the initial, momentary, anger subsided I was able to laugh out loud about it. Which I will never admit to. Mind you. Ugghhhhh, these girls. And to think one day I’ll miss this. 🙄😋