Sometimes I worry:
that I'm doing this parenting thing all wrong
that the tone in our voices and in our house is too critical
that I spend too much time organizing and cleaning and party planning
that while I worry, I don't seem to be able to change
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It's hard when the kids are at the age where they don't listen until you are yelling. It gets easier when they get a bit older.
But if you didn't worry about it, THEN you wouldn't be a good mom. The fact that you are concerned means you are doing it right.
It might help if you didn't have to ask your kids 100 times to do something.
I feel the same way. Especially when my kids pretend like they are me (with the sunglasses and purse in tow) barking commands at one another and then say "mom, I'm pretending I'm you." Thanks honey. Do I really sound like that ALL the time?
thankfully those little ones are quick to forgiveness.
Me too. I have all these different kinds of parents that I want be. Sometimes I want to move to a farm and homeschool my kids. Sometimes I want to spend the $20K a year on the International French School and be all cultured. Sometimes I want to wear long skirts and play trains on the floor all day. Sometimes I want to hire Mary Poppins and go to Suffrage rallies all day.
I'm sure the awesome party will be worth any neglect that occurred during the planning.
When I was at your point in raising kids, I heard a great RS lesson on "times and seasons". It really effected me, and the way I parent.
I don't worry much anymore. I'm completely dedicated to being the best mom I can be. I do the best I can, and give my kids my whole heart. Right now, this is my time and season for that. Later,in a different time and season of my life, when they are older I'll go back to work and being more social (maybe, on the socializing). I gave up a great career to be the mom I am, and I never regret that. There isn't much I wouldn't give up for my kids.
We just do the best we can at the moment, and take things a day at a time. I figure that my kids know that I love them more than anything else in the world, and they are happy. Could it get better than that?
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