I'll admit it. Now that I have kids and am knee-deep in parenting, I forget that not everybody cares about my kids as much as I do. Not everybody wants kids, and that is a perfectly valid decision. For those of us who have forgotten how the other side lives, childfree Redditors have some important insight to share.
'I'm scared, Mom,' Mike said over the phone. 'I'm scared and I need help.' My 21-year-old son, Mike, was talking to me from a drug-infested motel a few miles away from his college in Vermont. After hours of me trying to track him down, I was overcome with emotions of relief, fear, denial, and shame.
I build them up, but I have always been honest. I'm that mom who won't let them win just to "be nice." I know now, more than ever, that life will not participate in that farce. I am very fair, but I do not pump them with false praise or meaningless participation ribbons. Is parenting not to prepare them with the best and most valuable tools and rules of life?