I have never intended to make this blog a ‘parenting’ one only. I wanted it to be a general blog on different issues, but parenting concerns seem to come up quite often.
I had always thought of becoming the perfect wife and mom. As a child and a teenager,
I loved kids so much and was loved by many in return. I thought then that I only needed ‘love’ to manage well as a mom,
oh how wrong I was.
Now as a mother of three (seven years old and younger), things can be so different from the sweet picture I had drawn for myself.
It isn’t easy to be the perfect one that I thought I’d be. It is actually easier to be imperfect, however, very difficult to accept it.
Choices made are of great concern for me. Was it a right decision to move the children to a specific school?, will a specific discipline that we reinforce have a positive impact?, am I preparing my child to be well equipped to face hurdles of life. Am I being too protective or too careful that I am affecting my child’s self-esteem. Am I discriminating between them without realising it? Are we helping them grow into healthy happy adults?
How does my behaviour affect them?,, am I causing more harm than good with my reaction especially when I am irritated or stressed with different issues and I can’t handle them well. What about my words? Words can be double-edged sword. Am I a good role model when I am myself dissatisfied with my own behaviour sometimes.
Time, which is a major issue for me, especially when I can never achieve much with them with so many different things to do and accomplish almost daily. Am I making the right decision to work and spend long hours at work, are money and career development worth the sacrifices. Am I going to regret things I should have done with them as they are young now. Am I missing out some things that I should put a close eye on?
All these issues and even more concern me. I wonder sometimes what kind of memories I am making for these little kids. Will they know that I spent much of their life thinking of how to make things better for them. Will they remember the love?
What about yourself, do you worry about some of these things or others?