I wonder most of the time what exactly is going through my little girl's mind as she walks around doing stuff. What is the story she is telling herself, is she pretending or just curious about everything. I think it's a little of both, and it's really fun to watch. It was a rainy day today, so the family stayed inside and played with all the toys in the living room. Now the little one is pooped out and sleeping on mommy, may be tomorrow we'll go to the park. Pearl really loves the park I think, especially when there are other kids there to watch or play with. She really loves swinging in the swing too, last time she got to swing 3 times, woohoo!
I was reading a friend's blog, and she's worried about passing things on to her child. It got me thinking about how much, as parents, we pass on to our children. Bad habits, propensity for destructive behavior, or may be our values (right or wrong). Then there are genetically passed on diseases and mental disorders, and that's just as much a crap shoot as eye color and sex. I think if we as parents are open, honest, treat our children with respect, try to control the things we can, and not stress the stuff we can't control. Then, I think they will be just fine. Let them be kids, try to show them a thing or two along the way, and then always be there for them no matter what they do. In the case of genetically passed stuff, let them know there is a chance and give them the tools to deal with it if they have to.
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Yeah, that's basically how we intend to deal with it. Sit him down when he's old enough to understand and explain the addiction thing. It's the only one that he can initially make a choice over. I don't know. I keep telling myself that worrying isn't going to change anything, which works for about 30 seconds.
At least I'm clean, sober, eating like a "normal" person and talking about shit as it comes up rather than letting it fester. Those are things that I lacked.
My goodness, when did you get so wise? Seems like only yesterday your were sneaking in (or was it out) of the house. But you are oh so right. But the most frustrating part is that one is never sure of sucess until it's too late to undo any goofs...it's scarey...I am impressed and proud how much you sound like your Bumpa who always said: You do the best you can with what you have at the time. Love you all..by the way, did you read the poem on Bob's blog?
Nana
Hi Clay! Thanks for visiting Cold Spaghetti -- so happy to hear from another person who gets the whole NOLA thing.
And a big RIGHT ON regarding your thoughts on passing stuff on as parents. I think you said it all.
Your Pearl is a cutie!
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