Having survived my kids’ entire childhood and teenage years, I can really relate to this post. So many parents are afraid to admit that there are ever times when they don’t absolutely adore their offspring. My kids were experts at pushing buttons, usually when my defenses were down to begin with. Did I love them with all my heart? Of course. But were there times I [almost] wished they would be taken away from me and spirited off to that Perfect Other Family? Afraid so.
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If you have kids you’ll understand what follows. If you don’t, you’ll probably be horrified. Rated for less-than-good-parent language.
I have 3 kids. A 4 year old. A five year old. An eight year old. Dark days indeed. The fighting, whining, disrespect, property damage – all come part and parcel to parenting young children – regardless of what mad skills you might have in your quiver.
Of course I don’t hate my kids, nobody really does. We just feel, let’s say, a very strong dislike towards them from time to time. What’s funny/interesting is the difference between how we feel about them when they’re “good,” and how we feel about them when they’re not. We get warm feelings when they’re playing nice, eating all their food, cleaning up, loving their siblings, sleeping – and very different feelings when they’re doing things that anger us. They’re not so cute anymore. The mere…
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