Random brain spew today because I need to unload what’s weighing on me:
I would love to say that I’ve found the key to successful, stress-free parenting, but I have not.
This morning I am covered in hives and still reeling from a battle royale had with the newly minted teen in our house last night.
Parenting is hard, often thankless work. I enjoy my children immensely. They are generally kind, generous, and fun to be around.
But when there is a bump in the parenting road, I always feel thrown. I question whether, after fifteen years of parenting, I have any clue whatsoever as to what I’m doing.
Each child is different. Each child needs to be parented differently. There is not a “one way fits all” policy in our house. Finding the right way to love, rear and raise each child is necessary, but difficult.
There are parenting moments I am really proud of. Times when I have felt truly inspired to say or do just the right thing at the right moment which has led to success for all involved.
Then there are times like last night, where I am just fed up, tired, stressed and DONE.
I don’t like myself very much after I’ve yelled at one of my kids. I don’t like myself very much when I’ve said things which, though true, are hurtful to my children.
I also don’t like being disrespected and treated rudely by anyone, but most of all by my children. It hurts to the very core.
I have a greater appreciation for my parents when parenting becomes difficult for me. Thanks mom and dad for doing the hard work.
Now I’m going to spend the day in my pajamas, with my itchy, hive covered body. I’m going to sit, think, meditate and improve on how to parent. Then I’m going to press forward. For now, that is the only key I can find.