I'm finding that kids are amazing. You can be so upset with them one night and the next morning they wake up with a clear set of emotions. They dont hold anything against you. It's us, the parents who screw things over. We are the ones who hold on to the tension, memories, and pure frustration. It's the kids who wake up forgetting that they refused to eat dinner last night and cried in their chair for what felt like an eternity and thus spent the world into a down ward spiral that leaves the parents crying for sleep.
I noticed this the other day like lightening striking and I felt really lame for not having noticed it sooner. So me I'm trying to be better by realizing that I've been the moron for holding last nights anger on into the morning. The "it's a new day" phrases never really meant much because they were so cliche I didnt care to notice the meaning. But there we go, I've finally thought deep about a cliche.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment