Sometimes it seems like parenthood is about constantly letting go. These children of ours have their own ideas, their own desires, and their own way.
It is a constant struggle for me to parent well, to do the training and teaching well, to nurture, but still let them be their own person.
My kids have started walking away the second they find their feet solidly underneath them. Now that there are four of them, every moment I feel as if I am either herding grasshoppers or racing snails. Sometimes both at the same time. I struggle to maintain order without being a control freak. If I give them an inch, they take a mile. And then we’re back to no freedoms.
I know that this parenting gig has incredible rewards. It wouldn’t be rewarding if it wasn’t so dang hard, I suppose. But sometimes, okay, most of the time, I sure wish there were a magic parenting pill. ‘Cause I could use one about now.
