Most terrifying thing about becoming a parent, as raising just how little of a clue my own parents must have had to start with. I mean, all that time I was feeling safe and really, is a marvel we didn’t all die in a bath tub fire event!
Great observation. I always wondered how it was so easy for my parents until I realized no, it wasn’t. I always felt that if the house were to burn down I would be safe. Never thought twice about it, totally took them for granted.
When my mom turned 70, me her and my dad went out to dinner. On the drive there we were discussing something that had gone wrong in my life (one of many) and I asked her if we ever feel like we have life figured out. She just sadly shook her head no.
This is a highly educated woman, retired as a VP of a large hospital while maintaining an RN license the whole way. She always seemed like she knew what was going on.
So then I thought if this woman felt this way, what hope did I have? And it sort of settled me and made me realize it is okay that I feel lost most of the time.
Though I am glad I don’t have kids. They would have been through hell with me.
As a newish parent, this resonates with me. I’m flying by the seat of my fuckin pants over here.
Most terrifying thing about becoming a parent, as raising just how little of a clue my own parents must have had to start with. I mean, all that time I was feeling safe and really, is a marvel we didn’t all die in a bath tub fire event!
Bathing your children in vodka is not hygienic if you plan to drink the vodka.
Great observation. I always wondered how it was so easy for my parents until I realized no, it wasn’t. I always felt that if the house were to burn down I would be safe. Never thought twice about it, totally took them for granted.
I’d like to think that’s what good parents do though, make the kids feel safe and protected. Hopefully it means yours were good ones :)
Edit: “good parents” not “foods parents” dyac!
Excellent, I’m definitely fortunate. We didn’t have extra $$ but it never mattered much.
Yeah. We had our boys in our early 20s. To say we grew up with them is to be honest. But I sure wouldn’t change a damned thing.
Around 5 years into it is when I felt like I finally hit my stride. Maybe it was because she went to kindergarten.
When my mom turned 70, me her and my dad went out to dinner. On the drive there we were discussing something that had gone wrong in my life (one of many) and I asked her if we ever feel like we have life figured out. She just sadly shook her head no.
This is a highly educated woman, retired as a VP of a large hospital while maintaining an RN license the whole way. She always seemed like she knew what was going on.
So then I thought if this woman felt this way, what hope did I have? And it sort of settled me and made me realize it is okay that I feel lost most of the time.
Though I am glad I don’t have kids. They would have been through hell with me.