You Are Not Too Much

Absolutely.

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For my sweet babes:

I spend so much of my time trying to reroute my strong-willed children.

Most of the time, people can’t understand 𝘸𝘩𝘺 I 𝘭𝘦𝘵 them do what they do.

People can’t understand why i let them hold my phone.

They may drop it.

They may message someone.

They might delete something.

They might call someone.

People can’t understand why I let them play with my jewelry. Breakable things.

Why I let them try to pour their own juice.

Why I give them more than one chance to 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 for themselves, what is the best option, before disciplining.

And I feel it. Their internal scowl at how I’m allowing my children to act a certain way.

Sometimes I understand the need for correction.

For danger and for having an understanding of authority.

But in the utmost, opposite way, I expect children to be given the option to decide.

To make a mess.

To make the wrong choice and discuss it with me later.

To break something and say sorry, or feel that feeling of regret and discuss it with me.

I expect them to have a voice and to be granted grace as they learn to... be.

You see I was blessed with not one, but two, beautiful, outspoken, strong-willed - wild children.

And trust that I believe what they’re bringing into this world is something I do not want to limit.

And it’s something I teach them about actually... how to react to another person and their intolerable actions, adult or child.

So does it cross my mind? That in this moment I wish my child was more behaved?

Yeah..

My hope is that they will love, unconditionally, and learn from mistakes, and my fear is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

Hi, it’s me.