I had two children by the age of 22. I clearly remember going to parks, or other public locations, where I would run into older moms and their children. I was always amazed at how undisciplined their children were; they could get away with any thing. The older moms would just sit there and watch their kids with a vacant look at their face. Me and my friends, also young moms, would talk about how "some" people shouldn't have chidlren if they couldn't take care of them. Loudly.
I definately remember feeling all superior. My children toed the line, did what I told them, were watched and directed every step they took. If they didn't immediately respond to me when I told them to do something they were corrected or punished. After all, that was the only way to insure they grew up right. That they would be orderly, contributing members of society.
What hog wash.
As an older mom, now in my 40s, I go to those same places and smile at those young moms who spend all their time chasing their children, yelling their heads off, and micro-managing lives. If they would ever bother to talk to me I'd tell them the basic truth that I know, and they don't.
For the most part, a person is born with their personallity and preferences and very little you do during your life is going to make a great impact on it. The best, greatest way to assure you end up with a happy, well adjusted adult is simply to enjoy the child.
Besides, I'm tired.
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Amen, dear. Amen. C.
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