I rarely worried about my parenting skills when my son was little. I knew how to handle the terrible twos, the even scarier three’s didn’t even seem to faze me. I sent my kids off to elementary school without a tear from either of us. I was young and confident. I was a great mother. I knew I was a great mother. Sure I still worried, but I knew I was doing the right thing.
Things got tricky at about age 10. It isn’t so cut and dry then. They develop these minds of their own, they are moody, anything you say or do can wound them deeply. Now with two teenagers living at my house, much of my life feels like I am walking on egg shells. Everything I do is wrong, if I make their lunch, I make them food they don’t like. If I don’t make their lunch, I am not supporting them enough. There is no winning with these people.
Which is why my husband and I have taken the “if I am screwing up anyways, I might as well have fun with it” approach. I highly recommend it. We like to sing along loudly with their music. If we don’t know the words, we make them up. You use dorky slang at our supper table, you don’t even want to imagine the ridicule you will have to put up with for the next 10 years (ask my daughter about the time she busted out “that was so, like, 15 minutes ago”. We are still using that one. Often.).
So the moral of this little story goes something like this: 1)If preschooler issues stress you out, RUN. It gets worse. Big kids, Bigger problems. AND 2) if you are just screwing them up anyway, you might as well have fun. There is no winning with adolescence age children. They are like the borg.
Wait that isn’t funny, that joke is like so 15 years ago….