Friends do not always agree...

I am a lucky woman.

Most people choose to surround themselves with people that share similar values and ideas concerning life. I, however, seem to have a majority of friends and loved ones whose ideas vary vastly from my own. While, at times, this can drive me crazy- it also keeps me in check.

In order to maintain my relationships, I have to think about what I say. I have to wonder if it will upset a person or if it is unfair to say in their presence. I must also be true to myself and my own feelings. Therefore, I must know what I am talking about and I must be tactful in explaining my view points. This has, over time, created some great conversations.

I do not feel myself stifled by these encounters, but rather more open and aware. Both in regards to understanding my friend's views as well as more confident in my own. Their influence has given me much to think about- whether or not they sway thoughts and feelings. Their friendship has made me a better person and a better mother. I hope that I can impress upon my children the importance and power of understanding. Friends are a wonderful asset.

Thank you all- your attributes, lifestyles and knowledge make me a better person.

Parenthood is War

Yes, war.

Of course, I say this with all the love and respect that the role entails- but in the end, it is truly a battle: Us against them (and there are times that I am not sure there is even an US!) They always are working together, plotting… always plotting…

Now, I happen to have some rather good children. Despite the genetic materials that we were working with- they seem to be alright. People complement me all the time about their behavior and manners. This makes me feel better- one little battle won by me.

I’d say my daughter was the leader- but up until this point in time, that was because she was the eldest child. Now that my middle son is getting to an age where he can formulate his own plans and purposely enact his own chaos… the line is rather blurry. And the baby! He’s a rogue child, working with either side in order to create as much trouble as possible.

All of this is my husband’s fault of course. His stubborn and intelligent DNA made up the entirety of his chromosomal contribution. This is why I often find myself laughing at his dumbfoundedness at our children’s actions. Why is he confused- that is him in a nutshell! Of all the people that should expect it to happen, for goodness sake- he’d do the same thing! Except for the look… all of them have it. That came from me. My daughter does it best, but don’t all girls? It really conveys their desire for you to spontaneously combust, right there before their eyes.

What they don’t realize is my love. I really do love them and that is why I shall win the war of parenthood. They will grow up and move out. They will go forth into the world as well mannered, thoughtful adults that care about the world around them. They will succeed at whatever it is they desire- because… I SAID SO! Oh, and because I love them enough to be strong, cruel, gentle and supportive- no matter the situation. I have plans of my own, you know…