Well, we’re back at that time of year where we traditionally take a moment or two and do some personal introspective reflection – a dissection of the sort of parent we are, what we’ve done, how we could be better. Isn’t it expected that we all spend some time before the final countdown of the year to create a list of resolutions and self-improving promises, to catalogue the ways we will transform ourselves into a new, enhanced version of our former self, devoid of all tragic, parental shortcomings?
But guess what? It’s not happening this year, regardless of the fact that my three blessings would resolutely recount the innumerable ways I’ve perfected failure these past 12 months - because somehow I think if you’ve got three kids complaining about injustices and wrongdoings, then there’s no need for any sort of mea culpa. If I’ve failed in their minds, then I’m undoubtedly doing something right.
So, lest they think I am going to spend the next few days before welcoming in a new year retooling my parenting skills, I’m hear to let them know, no such luck. Instead I say:
And most importantly, I will continue to be the parent you holler is so mean, who doesn’t understand, who never lets you do anything. And I’m proud of that, because the truth is, I love you. And if I let you do whatever you wanted, and to get everything you asked for, and to allow it just because everyone else’s mom does, then I wouldn’t be doing my job. So to hell with screaming less, giving more, and wishing for peace, love and harmony. So my three kids might think I’ve failed. Perhaps by the end of 2014, they’ll see it differently. I just hope I make it that far.
By Jenny Tananbaum.Back To Top