Sometimes you’re bad at something. Like.. really bad. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, really big ones, and everyone can tell. They talk about your obvious failure and imply that you shouldn’t have even attempted it at all, you’re so bad at it. It makes you feel shame and a particular torment unique to your situation and all the ways you’ve screwed it up.
But you can’t quit. Not because you don’t want to sometimes. And not because it’s getting easier or you’re getting better. Some days it is the most frustrating thing in the world and all you want to do is cry and give up. But you don’t, because even though you have done a terrible job and everyone knows it including you, it’s a lifelong commitment you made.
And because each day when your exhausted head hits the pillow, followed minutes later by the day’s salty wet frustration and self-flagellation, there lingers an inexplicably ever-abiding gossamer filament of hope that tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the day I finally get better at this parenting thing.
Be kind to parents. Not because they deserve it but because they believe they don’t
Sometimes you’re bad at something. Like.. really bad. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, really big ones, and everyone can tell. They talk about your obvious failure and imply that you shouldn’t have even attempted it at all, you’re so bad at it. It makes you feel shame and a particular torment unique to your situation and all the ways you’ve screwed it up.
But you can’t quit. Not because you don’t want to sometimes. And not because it’s getting easier or you’re getting better. Some days it is the most frustrating thing in the world and all you want to do is cry and give up. But you don’t, because even though you have done a terrible job and everyone knows it including you, it’s a lifelong commitment you made.
And because each day when your exhausted head hits the pillow, followed minutes later by the day’s salty wet frustration and self-flagellation, there lingers an inexplicably ever-abiding gossamer filament of hope that tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the day I finally get better at this parenting thing.
Be kind to parents. Not because they deserve it but because they believe they don’t
Sometimes you’re bad at something. Like.. really bad. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, really big ones, and everyone can tell. They talk about your obvious failure and imply that you shouldn’t have even attempted it at all, you’re so bad at it. It makes you feel shame and a particular torment unique to your situation and all the ways you’ve screwed it up.
But you can’t quit. Not because you don’t want to sometimes. And not because it’s getting easier or you’re getting better. Some days it is the most frustrating thing in the world and all you want to do is cry and give up. But you don’t, because even though you have done a terrible job and everyone knows it including you, it’s a lifelong commitment you made.
And because each day when your exhausted head hits the pillow, followed minutes later by the day’s salty wet frustration and self-flagellation, there lingers an inexplicably ever-abiding gossamer filament of hope that tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the day I finally get better at this parenting thing.
Be kind to parents. Not because they deserve it but because they believe they don’t
u are probably much better at it than you think 💛 not blowing smoke up your *kitten* or anything, just that most women i know beat themselves up bc they forgot a lunch or yelled at their kid or didn’t have time to do the thing or whatever
Sometimes you’re bad at something. Like.. really bad. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, really big ones, and everyone can tell. They talk about your obvious failure and imply that you shouldn’t have even attempted it at all, you’re so bad at it. It makes you feel shame and a particular torment unique to your situation and all the ways you’ve screwed it up.
But you can’t quit. Not because you don’t want to sometimes. And not because it’s getting easier or you’re getting better. Some days it is the most frustrating thing in the world and all you want to do is cry and give up. But you don’t, because even though you have done a terrible job and everyone knows it including you, it’s a lifelong commitment you made.
And because each day when your exhausted head hits the pillow, followed minutes later by the day’s salty wet frustration and self-flagellation, there lingers an inexplicably ever-abiding gossamer filament of hope that tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the day I finally get better at this parenting thing.
Be kind to parents. Not because they deserve it but because they believe they don’t
To me, worrying about what kind of parent you are means you're a great parent!!
My mind still loops around all the ways I failed as a parent. Even though our children turned out to be wonderful respectful human beings.
Please, don't beat yourself up. We are NOT perfect, we all make mistakes(even parents are allowed, there is no handbook). The fact that it's bothering you makes you a well-adjusted loving parent.
My backyard has become a nursery for 3 fawns, baby deer. So tiny. There's so much smoke in the air and they were looking for something to drink. I put some water out there for the lil critters and they immediately started drinking. Best wildlife practice, I'm leaving them alone but their mother just wanders off for hours. The grizzlies have started to move down and mountain lions, too. Everything is hungry because winter is already here. We've had our first freeze and snow. They're like rabbits, so vulnerable.
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I need this on a t-shirt some days
@Kickthesky Thinking of you
But you can’t quit. Not because you don’t want to sometimes. And not because it’s getting easier or you’re getting better. Some days it is the most frustrating thing in the world and all you want to do is cry and give up. But you don’t, because even though you have done a terrible job and everyone knows it including you, it’s a lifelong commitment you made.
And because each day when your exhausted head hits the pillow, followed minutes later by the day’s salty wet frustration and self-flagellation, there lingers an inexplicably ever-abiding gossamer filament of hope that tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the day I finally get better at this parenting thing.
Be kind to parents. Not because they deserve it but because they believe they don’t
Thank you for not mentioning me by name.
u are probably much better at it than you think 💛 not blowing smoke up your *kitten* or anything, just that most women i know beat themselves up bc they forgot a lunch or yelled at their kid or didn’t have time to do the thing or whatever
A revenge plan in process for not giving you chocolate or strawberry options?
I had chocolate for a glorious half-year until someone realized they'd made an error and I was supposed to get white
I have no memory of kindergarten after that
Oh, and chocolate milk for some reason . . .
Two thoughts on that:
1) The mind is the first thing to go
OR
2)We tend to block out horrifying experiences.
IF #2, then I hope school didn't go downhill after that for you.
To me, worrying about what kind of parent you are means you're a great parent!!
My mind still loops around all the ways I failed as a parent. Even though our children turned out to be wonderful respectful human beings.
Please, don't beat yourself up. We are NOT perfect, we all make mistakes(even parents are allowed, there is no handbook). The fact that it's bothering you makes you a well-adjusted loving parent.