Sometimes we have to make tough decisions as parents. Sometimes we have to make downright ugly decisions. This was one of those weeks at our house. Youngest Son was given some choices on Monday night at what we affectionately refer to as a "Come To Jesus Meeting". He didn't like the choices, but was told either he picked or we did. Now he's trying to figure out how to squirm out of his choice, but the Wall of Parenthood is standing firm, and he's not happy.
It would be nice if parenting were easier, more simple. I dream of a Hallmark-moment-all-the-time kind of life, with a well-groomed dog, clean house, cheerful teens baking cookies and laughing with mom. What I've actually got is a puppy who still can't figure out the toilet-training rules, laundry that NEVER gets folded, a calendar full of appointments with doctors, social workers, psychiatrists, and a constant search for makeup that will make me look....alive.
As my Grand Dame Mother says, "No one ever said life was going to be easy." That certainly applies to parenting. Sometimes it more like military school than home, more like master sergeant than mom. I'm okay with that though. I have never thought my job as parent was to be likeable. I want love, certainly, but mostly I want kids who grow up to be happy and healthy, productive and kind, holy and helpful.
They'll probably like me someday. But not now. I can live with that.