Thoughtful moment: It doesn’t matter what they say, it doesn’t matter what they do, or how old they are,
when my children fall down, I want to pick them up.
We’ve got more drama going on at the house, again.
It’s not the end of the world, but it is stressful and serious, and not really something I’m ready to make public now, if ever.
Suffice to say, that parenting never stops. There will always be times when your child needs you, either to physically be there to help, or just emotionally to support.
And it’s hard to watch your babies, no matter their age, go through things that are so painful they make your chest hurt. You want to step in, help out, fix it, make it go away, make it stop hurting.
But you can’t. Not always.
Sometimes, the only thing you can do is hug them, tell them you love them, and that you’re there if they want to talk.
But you still want to pick them up, snuggle them like when they were little, rock them and let them cry if they need to, and soothe away the tears when they’re over.
No matter what other people say when they tell you “It’s just never going to end with this child, is it? You really need to just tell them to grow up and let them hit rock bottom once.”
It doesn’t work like that for me.
Yeah, I might get pissed at the things they do, sometimes. I might yell and be angry at their actions. But I still love them, and will never simply “abandon them to their fate”.
I. Will. Be. There. For. Them.
That’s the kind of mom I am.