It’s the funny, unexpected twist of parenting. You kids come into our lives. Helpless. Dependent. And along with that we are given a feeling of value and importance because we are needed.
Sometimes, I find myself staring at my boys thinking, “I wonder what they were like when they were younger?”
And when he’s 15, he’ll want some cash to go to a movie with that cute little brunette girl from his English class who writes poems but won’t show them to anyone but him. You’ll balk because the girl’s mother “always skimped on snacks for the kids’ soccer games” five years earlier.
All because I had a baby.
“I became a father when I was 19. The kid ruined my professional life. I am now 25, stuck in a dead end job, live in a small apartment with her mother, who is now my wife.”
It takes 3 hours to leave the apartment — and you’ll never travel lightly again.
And since your child didn’t “want” to be born, your child has no obligation and guarantee to make you happy.
Pro tip: Hiding in the bathroom from your toddler’s meltdown gives you a free minute to examine all your new gray hairs.
I know when you punish your child, you punish yourself. Be careful with the sentence you hand out. And, trust me, a six month grounding is stupid.
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