As a parent, I’ve come to terms with the notion that I might be inadvertently setting my children up for lifelong challenges. Surprisingly, I’m quite at peace with this realization.
Allow me to clarify: it’s not my intention to sabotage their futures. I never envisioned this outcome, yet I’ve accepted that I might be making several missteps, if not the majority. It seems almost universal—most parents have likely stumbled along the way. (With the exception of my Aunt Linda. If you’re reading this, I’m definitely not referring to you. And if you call later wondering about my comment, rest assured, I truly meant it.)
I acknowledge my shortcomings, and honestly, that’s alright. In fact, I’ve considered redirecting our college savings into a therapy fund instead.
For example, my youngest has been given formula. Yes, that’s right—formula, which some might liken to the liquid of the underworld. It’s quite possible it saved his life, but let’s be real—it’s still formula.
Both of my kids enjoy television. I hesitate to share the specifics of their screen time—some might deem it negligible while others would gasp at the amount. Let’s just say my eldest often sings catchy tunes from children’s shows, and I suspect those melodies will echo in his mind for decades to come.
I don’t even fancy television. I’ve read numerous articles detailing its adverse effects on children, and I wholeheartedly agree. Yet, I still allow my kids to watch it. Honestly, I’ve even strapped them into their high chairs, turned on a show, and snuck off to shower. At least it’s PBS, right?
Now, let’s discuss vegetables. Prior to becoming a parent, I immersed myself in literature about proper nutrition. I learned that pregnant and nursing mothers should consume vegetables, that fresh produce should be pureed, and that exposing children to new veggies was crucial (even if it means picking them up off the floor). In theory, my two-year-old should be requesting organic heirloom carrots at the local farmer’s market. However, I seem to have waved the white flag around attempt fourteen, and the last time my children willingly consumed a vegetable not derived from a potato was during Thanksgiving, and even then, it was just the crust of the pumpkin pie.
My children haven’t had any exposure to foreign languages, aside from the French dialect I humorously learned on the school bus. Like many boys, they are fascinated by modes of transport, so if you hear them exclaiming “Truck!” or “Ship!”, you’ll know why. I promise, there’s nothing more to it.
I’ve read countless articles that criticize various parenting styles, often under the catchy title “Parenting: You’re Doing it Wrong.” I recognize the clickbait nature of these articles, but I can’t resist the urge to explore the latest findings on how I’m failing my children, particularly regarding the debate between working parents and stay-at-home ones. Having experienced both, my kids are likely to face the outcomes of being both overlooked and overindulged. Sorry, kiddos.
It’s not that I lack the desire to improve. I read parenting advice (on my phone, while surrounded by my children) and mentally catalog all the ways I might be failing them. I then make half-hearted attempts to implement change for about twenty minutes. It’s not that I wish for them to watch excessive TV or eat fewer vegetables; it’s simply that I struggle to make it all work. Despite the guilt, I’ve yet to purchase a single educational toy made of organic kale.
If these minor issues are what ruin my children’s lives, I can accept that. We all make mistakes in parenting, and I sincerely hope that this is as bad as it gets for me. When my sons inevitably call me up in two decades to discuss how I ruined their lives, I’ll hope it’s because I allowed them to watch too many episodes of a kids’ show and they still can’t shake the “When You Have to Go Potty, Stop and Go Right Away!” jingle.
They’ll have plenty to complain about. I recognize that there will be new challenges as they mature; it’s simply part of the journey. None of us are perfect parents.
However, if there’s one thing I excel at, it’s loving my children. I love them with a passion that rivals the sun’s intensity. They are my world; they are every breath I take.
So, if my biggest faults are excessive screen time and a lack of veggies, I’m at peace with that. They will always know they are loved unconditionally. If easing some of my worries allows me to love them more freely, I’ll embrace that every time.
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In summary, while I may not be the perfect parent, my love for my children is unwavering, and that’s what truly matters.
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