Having a child has fast proven to be one of the best experiences
of my life. There’s something about
having a mini human run around the house that I find enjoyable and amusing. However, it would appear that I’m raising a dictator
and the world could be in danger.
I seem to have become a slave to a boss a third of my size! Walking in the door from work generally means
it’s colouring time or god forbid riding on the trike of sadness (mine not the child’s!). I feel myself constantly walking a fine line
between ensure my child is entertained while not embracing their every whim.
Being a guardian of a mini human comes with a certain amount
of responsibility. The world is full of
entitled morons and you should do your damnedest not to add another one to the
mix but running your own mini military camp for toddlers is probably overdoing
things.
I try to ensure that I keep my child engaged and enjoy the
time we spend together (Hell, between play time and walking the dogs that’s the
only exercise I get currently) but also make sure that I don’t spend my life
getting dictated to.
I don’t pretend that I have the right balance and don’t know
what the right balance is, what I know is that every child is different and we
are trying our best to raise a strong but respectful human. I like to think that I have this parenting
thing sorted (do any of us?) and I am successfully walking the line between
allowing freedom but maintaining control and I hope that that’s enough.
If my child every becomes your boss and you get dictated to due
to my bad parenting then I apologise. Just know I tried!
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