Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I keep half-way wanting to do a spin-off of my blog...keep this one as the cute place to put all of the sweet nothings that happen in our life on a regular basis, and then another for my all-too realistic views on that life. But then I remember that the main reason I do this, is so that my kids can read back on it, and see their childhood for what I hope it was...a wonderful beautiful time peppered with hardships and trials that helped us learn and grow together. I don't want them to think I was the perfect mom, because I'm not. I don't want them to think life should be easy and flawless, because it's not. But I do want them to be better than me, and to learn from my successes and mistakes. So for now...the two shall still be one :)
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I feel like that all the time. But, as for me, I get sick of hearing how perfect and bliss a person's life is. I'll be ok with my kids knowing I had a really really hard time. I like realism.
I have wondered the same thing. But nope, it's hard enough to keep up with one. I have a hard time divulging every frustration that I encounter, but when need be, I vent and get it over with. And hopefully that's what my kids will want to hear at some point. That life isn't perfect! When I was struggling with toddler Dylan during sacrament meeting (one little toddler should not have been that difficult, but I totally struggled with him) my mom told me how she remembered those young years and how hard it was and how little she got out of church spiritually. She had me, the oldest, who was 4 1/2, my sister who was 2 1/2, my other sister who was 1 and a brand new baby. And my dad didn't go to church and they went through a couple separations when we were young before they actually got divorced years later. So it was just her. She said I was really well behaved and would sit there on the bench with the other two girls when she had to take the baby out. But soon the second youngest (the 1 year old) would wander to the back to find mom, then the 2 1/2 year old couldn't help herself and would follow. And finally there was me, trying to be a good Sunbeam/CTR5 aged child and eventually giving in and feeling all alone on the bench and wandering to the back. I could only imagine the frustration of having all 4 kids standing by you by the end. It made me feel so much better somehow. So yeah, I think your kids will want to know how life really was - the good and the bad.
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