No one is talking about it.
What motherhood looks like once your kids get past kindergarten.
Because it definitely doesn't get easier.
I wouldn't say harder either.
Actually yes, in some ways it does.
But hello full nights sleep....mostly.
What people aren't talking about are things like
big feelings for other people and kids throwing your own junk in your face and eye rolling and angsty-ness and hurt feelings and friend conflicts you must avoid getting involved in at all costs and the parents of the friends and teachers who you don't feel are the best fit for your child.......
And I feel like that's just the very tip of it.
Because my two oldest are eleven, we haven't even hit puberty yet.
And I feel like most parents aren't talking about it because
they are being good, loyal parents and protecting their kids stories from the world.
Kudos to you.
But for those of you, who like me, feel like you're floundering in this world of wanting your children to grow confident yet not to argue with you. For them to develop their own ideas yet not go against what you have taught them.
Welcome in.
Because I'm about to start talking about all this shiiizzzzzz
I don't know how the rest of you do it.
Like are there mothers of teens mentoring all the pre teen mamas except me?
HELLO
I don't want to go first in this.
I know I'm not literally going first.
But in our families and friends it seems like we are.
And if we're not first we're neck and neck with other parents wading these unknown waters.
We're trying to go against those things our parents did knowing we're going to screw up our kids one way or another too.
No matter how hard we fight against it,
No matter how hard we try to stay involved, and never miss a game or moment.
We do.
We fail.
We screw it up.
We cry out to God asking why He thought it would ever be a good idea to make us parents.
Today a boy brought over a gift for Olivia.
I feel so out of my body.
Like, I cannot stop time.
She's growing and the older she grows the faster she's slipping into adulthood.
I know, I still have seven years.
S E V E N.
Flip, that's nothing.
Seven will go by so fast.
Eleven has gone by in the blink of an eye.
Stop buying my baby gifts and let her forever be only my sunshine.
Power on mamas and papas of pre teens, I know we'll survive this all one way or another.
What motherhood looks like once your kids get past kindergarten.
Because it definitely doesn't get easier.
I wouldn't say harder either.
Actually yes, in some ways it does.
But hello full nights sleep....mostly.
What people aren't talking about are things like
big feelings for other people and kids throwing your own junk in your face and eye rolling and angsty-ness and hurt feelings and friend conflicts you must avoid getting involved in at all costs and the parents of the friends and teachers who you don't feel are the best fit for your child.......
And I feel like that's just the very tip of it.
Because my two oldest are eleven, we haven't even hit puberty yet.
And I feel like most parents aren't talking about it because
they are being good, loyal parents and protecting their kids stories from the world.
Kudos to you.
But for those of you, who like me, feel like you're floundering in this world of wanting your children to grow confident yet not to argue with you. For them to develop their own ideas yet not go against what you have taught them.
Welcome in.
Because I'm about to start talking about all this shiiizzzzzz
I don't know how the rest of you do it.
Like are there mothers of teens mentoring all the pre teen mamas except me?
HELLO
I don't want to go first in this.
I know I'm not literally going first.
But in our families and friends it seems like we are.
And if we're not first we're neck and neck with other parents wading these unknown waters.
We're trying to go against those things our parents did knowing we're going to screw up our kids one way or another too.
No matter how hard we fight against it,
No matter how hard we try to stay involved, and never miss a game or moment.
We do.
We fail.
We screw it up.
We cry out to God asking why He thought it would ever be a good idea to make us parents.
Today a boy brought over a gift for Olivia.
I feel so out of my body.
Like, I cannot stop time.
She's growing and the older she grows the faster she's slipping into adulthood.
I know, I still have seven years.
S E V E N.
Flip, that's nothing.
Seven will go by so fast.
Eleven has gone by in the blink of an eye.
Stop buying my baby gifts and let her forever be only my sunshine.
Power on mamas and papas of pre teens, I know we'll survive this all one way or another.
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