Parenting has by far been the most rewarding, most insanity inducing experience I could have ever hoped for. I question my ability daily. And with the world pulling in one direction and me pulling in the other, I imagine being a child is rather difficult too. I often forget to think about Emma’s side of things, to take her personality and short life experience into consideration. I just want to do “it” “right.” Whatever that means. I’ve been reminded recently that I need to spend less time reading parenting books and fretting (although I do find many parenting books quite helpful) and more time on my knees praying. As much control as I think I have or want to have it just isn’t so. And the only way to impart wisdom and truth to my child is to be soaked in it myself. Oh, my dear sweet girls. I hope that they are able to become “healthy” adults despite my shortcomings.
June 16, 2009 at 9:47pm06
me too. all of it.
June 17, 2009 at 9:47pm06
p.s. after i wrote my most recent blog, i realized that it carried echoes of what you wrote here. i should have credited you…