growin up
As I grow older, I recall the metamorphosis that my opinion of my parents’ childrearing abilities went through. I frequently whined about how they could have enriched my childhood years by doing so many things differently. I had resentments galore. Until I got older and had children of my own. In too many instances, my reactions to my children’s budding psyches could not compare to the relative patience, selflessness, and common sense that my own parents exhibited toward mine. I learned through my own experience that parents are woefully human and that’s not only okay, there is no other option. The best blessing out of so many they have given me would be for this liberating insight to eventually pass down the line.
