Quote: Last night I was absolutely focusing on myself to the point of destruction. My kids were crying, supper was not made and still I went after him, attack after attack. I am not proud of this, NOP. Especially the part about the crying kids. Today I have tried to make it up to them, but can you really ever make it up to your kids after being an ass?
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I told my daughter, that try as we might and as much as we loved her, there were going to be times when she would look back on the quality of our parenting skills and ask herself, "WTF?"
Okay, so I didn't use that exact phrase, but that is definitely an accurate paraphrase of the sentiment.
At appropriate age-related times, we would share with her some of the more glorious child-rearing moments we had personally experienced from our parents, what lessons had been gleaned from those experiences, and assured her that some of the quirks she was going to have to deal with as an adult would be a direct result of our parenting boo-boos.
We also added that a sure sign of maturity is when, rather than blaming mom & dad and acquiescing to personality/character problems, she chose to work on those "issues".
So, don't add this one concern to the load you're currently carrying. 18 or so years of steady, good parenting won't be destroyed by the occasional parental-unit emotional meltdown.
