The best just keeps getting better. This has been a summer of personal missteps and tonight was no exception. A 4-H meeting ended with a very upset son (and rightfully so) as I tried to be a leader over a mother. Excellent possibility that I failed at both.
Being a leader's kids is a tough role at the best of times for my kids. I say I do it for them, but sometimes it ends up backfiring on them. On all of us, quite honestly. Which begs the question (one that my husband asks on a regular basis): why am I doing this, anyway?
And it's probably not one I should be asking at the moment. Too much else going on, too little emotional reserve to deal with anything, let alone minor (or perhaps major, for a mom anyway) philosophical questions.
So I am left with apologizing, once again, and hoping that the change of seasons will work some kind of miracle around here. Something has to give.
Failure is not caring and not trying. Hold your head up high my friend. We do the best we can and no less. If it makes you feel any better I have a "therapy jar" - saving for the day when the piper comes calling for all my poor parental decisions that caused...(fill in the blanks.). A big virtual hug to you.
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