There’s a lot of things I’d like to get off my chest, but I’m very aware that putting something down in writing somehow makes it permanent and un-erasable in history.
Instead, today, because I am choosing my words carefully I will take this time to say how proud I am of my children.
My role, as I see it, as a parent is to raise confident, compassionate, level-headed human beings capable of functioning in an evermore complicated world. Both of my children have had trying weeks (daughter slightly more so with the terrible death of a fellow student at her school on top of a family death and another by association).
Every evening husband and I leave them to visit Senile Father in Law (http://thedementiadiary.wordpress.com/)
They never complain. They never whine. They don’t ask for more than we can give.
They do their chores. They do their homework. They get themselves up dressed and ready for school. They share their worries with us and they listen to ours.
My children are amazing.