Truth #12
"On days like today, when the kids are happily playing together in the pool, I think how wonderful it is that when they remember 'family' and 'summer,' this is what they'll think of. When they have driven me up the wall and I am yelling at them and shunning them and trying to escape them, I think it's such a shame that they'll remember that side of things, too."
Submitted 6/29/07 via e-mail
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Truth: We like Daddy more
Truth #11
"This is what my daughter said to me in the car this morning on the way to the store. 'Me and Joey like Daddy more than you. Not a lot more. Just a little.' She's 4. Joey is 6. I couldn't think of a single thing to say, because I knew they should like him more. Still. Ouch."
Submitted 6/29/07 via e-mail
"This is what my daughter said to me in the car this morning on the way to the store. 'Me and Joey like Daddy more than you. Not a lot more. Just a little.' She's 4. Joey is 6. I couldn't think of a single thing to say, because I knew they should like him more. Still. Ouch."
Submitted 6/29/07 via e-mail
Friday, June 29, 2007
Truth: My son needs help
Truth #10
"My son has all the symptoms of ADD/ADHD, but I hide these from his doctor. I don't want him to have the stigma of the diagnosis, but I can't figure out how to help him otherwise. Our entire family is stressed out by the situation, and our son isn't doing well in school. I want to believe I can think and pray him into being normal again."
Submitted 6/28/07 via e-mail
"My son has all the symptoms of ADD/ADHD, but I hide these from his doctor. I don't want him to have the stigma of the diagnosis, but I can't figure out how to help him otherwise. Our entire family is stressed out by the situation, and our son isn't doing well in school. I want to believe I can think and pray him into being normal again."
Submitted 6/28/07 via e-mail
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Truth: This Truth is OK
Truth #9
"My son will not be going to college in the fall. He is working as an apprentice in a tattoo shop. I always pictured him going to college, graduate school, and eventually getting a PhD. He was a very good student. For a while I lied to my friends and family about what he was doing, but I've finally told everyone the truth. When they tell me how 'sorry' they are, I defend my brilliant son. I'm even considering having him give me a tattoo, when he gets a little bit (OK, a lot)better. Now that I might keep secret!"
Submitted 6/28 via e-mail
"My son will not be going to college in the fall. He is working as an apprentice in a tattoo shop. I always pictured him going to college, graduate school, and eventually getting a PhD. He was a very good student. For a while I lied to my friends and family about what he was doing, but I've finally told everyone the truth. When they tell me how 'sorry' they are, I defend my brilliant son. I'm even considering having him give me a tattoo, when he gets a little bit (OK, a lot)better. Now that I might keep secret!"
Submitted 6/28 via e-mail
Truth: He's not your son
Truth #8
"My second son is the product of an affair. When he was born I was terrified, but he looks just like me, so my husband has never questioned me about it. He never even suspected the affair, he's so clueless. I have no plans on telling anyone, ever."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
"My second son is the product of an affair. When he was born I was terrified, but he looks just like me, so my husband has never questioned me about it. He never even suspected the affair, he's so clueless. I have no plans on telling anyone, ever."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
Truth: I love my own kids more
Truth #7
"I always loved my kids more then I loved my step-son. I never really tried to fake it. I am sure he will be screwed up for life because of this since I really was the only mom he knew most of his childhood."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
"I always loved my kids more then I loved my step-son. I never really tried to fake it. I am sure he will be screwed up for life because of this since I really was the only mom he knew most of his childhood."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Truth: Porn!
Truth #6
"I put my kids downstairs in front of the TV then go seclude myself in my room and watch porn in the middle of the afternoon. I'm scared to death what would happen if I died suddenly and my husband found me like that, but I can't stop. The kids have interrupted me once or twice, and I just hide the web site, click off the vibrator, and tell them to go back to their shows."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
"I put my kids downstairs in front of the TV then go seclude myself in my room and watch porn in the middle of the afternoon. I'm scared to death what would happen if I died suddenly and my husband found me like that, but I can't stop. The kids have interrupted me once or twice, and I just hide the web site, click off the vibrator, and tell them to go back to their shows."
Submitted via e-mail 6/27/07
Truth: I really want to smack you
Truth #5
"I were is were the 1950s and it was just swell to smack my son across the mouth when he talks back to me. It would be so satisfying to see the look of shock on his face. Then he'd believe me when I say, 'You can't talk to your mother that way!' instead of responding, 'Oh yeah?'"
Submitted 6/26/07 by e-mail
"I were is were the 1950s and it was just swell to smack my son across the mouth when he talks back to me. It would be so satisfying to see the look of shock on his face. Then he'd believe me when I say, 'You can't talk to your mother that way!' instead of responding, 'Oh yeah?'"
Submitted 6/26/07 by e-mail
Monday, June 25, 2007
Truth: I ignore my children
Truth #4
"Sometimes when I'm driving with the kids I turn up the radio really loud, open the windows, and scream "I can't hear you!" every time one of them tries to talk to me."
Submitted 6/25/07
"Sometimes when I'm driving with the kids I turn up the radio really loud, open the windows, and scream "I can't hear you!" every time one of them tries to talk to me."
Submitted 6/25/07
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Truth: Oh no, his penis is small!
Truth #3
"My six year old son and his friend got naked to run through the sprinklers yesterday. My son's penis is smaller. It loks a lot smaller! (I was trying not to stare too much.) My husband's penis isn't the biggest in the world, and I know it bothers him. I hope my son doesn't suffer the same fate. Damnit, I just want it to be big."
Submitted 6/24/07
"My six year old son and his friend got naked to run through the sprinklers yesterday. My son's penis is smaller. It loks a lot smaller! (I was trying not to stare too much.) My husband's penis isn't the biggest in the world, and I know it bothers him. I hope my son doesn't suffer the same fate. Damnit, I just want it to be big."
Submitted 6/24/07
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Truth: I miss my job
Truth #2
"I tell you that I love staying home with the kids, but I walk by coffee shops and with I was working there. Washing dishes. Picking up trash. Working anywhere!"
Submitted via e-mail 6/23/07
"I tell you that I love staying home with the kids, but I walk by coffee shops and with I was working there. Washing dishes. Picking up trash. Working anywhere!"
Submitted via e-mail 6/23/07
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Think of this site as your place to vent, commiserate, and share your truths about parenting with the world -- anonymously. We all know the line society and the media feeds us about parenting. It's wonderful. It's the hardest job you'll ever love. You'll never love anything like you'll love your kids.
Except for most of us -- all of us? -- those expectations of how wonderful this parenting gig is can be crushing.
Let's get to the truth.
Send your truths -- stories, single words, a few sentences, a scanned in picture or graphic, to truthinparenting@gmail.com.
Anonymity and confidentiality will be strictly honored.
I'll go first in the next post, titled "Truth: I Don't Like Your Son"
Except for most of us -- all of us? -- those expectations of how wonderful this parenting gig is can be crushing.
Let's get to the truth.
Send your truths -- stories, single words, a few sentences, a scanned in picture or graphic, to truthinparenting@gmail.com.
Anonymity and confidentiality will be strictly honored.
I'll go first in the next post, titled "Truth: I Don't Like Your Son"
Truth: I don't like your son.
This thought crosses my mind often: was my mom this stressed out about something as basic as __________.
Today the stressor in my life is a sleepover. My children, let's call them Thing 1 (a 5 year old boy) and Thing 2 (a 4 year old girl) are each having a guest today, and those guests are going to spend the night. This should be simple. Kids come over. Kid play. Kids have fun. Kids watch movie and eat lots of popcorn. Kids make a fort out of the couch pillows. Kids get out sleeping bags. Kids stay up really late giggling. Kids sleep. Kids wake up late. Dad makes pancakes. Guests go home.
If only.
One of the children arriving is a poster child for Ritalin. Unfortunately, he's not on it. Thing 1 thinks of this boy as his best friend, and they can have their splendid childhood friendship moments. Until Friend does something mean or downright abusive and my son gets his feelings or his body hurt. Thing 1 forgives over and over, and nothing any adult seems to do can curb Friend's behavior. My husband and I are very good friends with Friend's parents, which makes the situation so ridiculously complicated. They boys are also in Sunday School together, and will be for years to come.
Should I decide to sever the relationship, we'd all be in for a lot of pain. My husband and I would lose good friends, and we tend to be shy "one friend at a time" folks. But my son.
Here's the "Truth in Parenting" angle.
Truth: We mothers don't like everyone else's children as much as we like our own.
Truth: I do think my parenting choices are often superior to those of other parents.
Truth: We are so thankful when our own children's challenges are small.
Truth: I am willing to let my son get a little hurt in order to avoid an uncomfortable social situation for myself and the possible loss of my own friends.
No one ever said the truth wouldn't hurt.
Today the stressor in my life is a sleepover. My children, let's call them Thing 1 (a 5 year old boy) and Thing 2 (a 4 year old girl) are each having a guest today, and those guests are going to spend the night. This should be simple. Kids come over. Kid play. Kids have fun. Kids watch movie and eat lots of popcorn. Kids make a fort out of the couch pillows. Kids get out sleeping bags. Kids stay up really late giggling. Kids sleep. Kids wake up late. Dad makes pancakes. Guests go home.
If only.
One of the children arriving is a poster child for Ritalin. Unfortunately, he's not on it. Thing 1 thinks of this boy as his best friend, and they can have their splendid childhood friendship moments. Until Friend does something mean or downright abusive and my son gets his feelings or his body hurt. Thing 1 forgives over and over, and nothing any adult seems to do can curb Friend's behavior. My husband and I are very good friends with Friend's parents, which makes the situation so ridiculously complicated. They boys are also in Sunday School together, and will be for years to come.
Should I decide to sever the relationship, we'd all be in for a lot of pain. My husband and I would lose good friends, and we tend to be shy "one friend at a time" folks. But my son.
Here's the "Truth in Parenting" angle.
Truth: We mothers don't like everyone else's children as much as we like our own.
Truth: I do think my parenting choices are often superior to those of other parents.
Truth: We are so thankful when our own children's challenges are small.
Truth: I am willing to let my son get a little hurt in order to avoid an uncomfortable social situation for myself and the possible loss of my own friends.
No one ever said the truth wouldn't hurt.
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