It’s a perfect storm, really. My parenting, that is.
1. I was in elementary classrooms for 10 years and I saw how hard it is to be a kid.
2. Now I work in higher education and I see how hard it is to be a young adult.
3. And according to my small ones, it’s very hard being 4 and 6. J Man informed me today that he’s moving to grandma and papa’s ASAP because my rules are just unacceptable. For reference, the rule under scrutiny is that anything left on the kitchen floor by bedtime will be picked up by mom and confiscated. That’s it. That’s the rule that’s invoking wailing and gnashing of teeth.
So, it’s hard being a kid. I get it. But FYI, parenting isn’t always a walk in the park.
I worry that they don’t have friends. I worry that they have the wrong friends. I worry that they have too many friends.
I worry that they spend too much time inside. I worry that it’s dangerous outside.
I worry if they cough or sneeze or randomly have a white tongue. (Sidenote: it’s a good thing Matty B is part of this parenting duo. Otherwise, I’d basically be camped out in the pediatrician’s parking lot.)
Lately, I have a new worry. Technology is infiltrating our lives. And now my kids have learned about the selfie.
But then I read this article and it talks about self confidence and relationship building and I breathed a sigh of relief.
And then we went to Klicker’s for ice cream.
P.S. I’m going to try and chill out.