paranting is hard. It’s the constant Ballance between encouraging and correction. Getting across the idea that you love them as they are but are parenting for their future and sometimes we so focus on who we want them to become that we can be in danger of them feeling like we don’t like or are displeased with who they are. I want to do it write and I put a lot of energy into it but I know I’m floored and do it so badly I’m constantly having to go back and do it better and offer reassurance especially when I’m too harsh or if I’m radiating a grump vibe. The Truth is I’m not sure how to cope sometimes with my own fears and life in general let alone tell my kids it will all be ok when I’m not sure it all will be. This world is falling apart and the type of children I might need to be raising could be difrent now. No longer having a pampered future they may find them selves to soft to endure it.