Everybody's got moods... don't get me wrong.
But once I had kids, my right to be a miserable, unhappy person went out the window. I no longer have the right to be a depressive. Or someone driven by anger. Or a pessimist.
Crappy parents can often lead to crappy kids. Or, equally likely, kids with crap-esque qualities or challenges. It's my core fucking job to do everything I can to be a genuinely happy guy, in order to pass that on to my kids.
Love to all. Even you, you angry fuck.
3 comments:
Amen to that!
I really need to try harder around my kids. It's so easy to come home from work tired and grumpy and continue to act that way arond the youngsters.
I should email this post to myself every month or so.
Wise point. Too many times, I've let my crappy mood (that has nothing to do with my kids) affect how I talk to them or deal with them. And I can see it in their faces, trying to figure out what they might have done to warrant my anger.
And when I hear them talk to each other the way I sometimes talk to them, hearing the echos of my own voice in their little arguments, it's like a knife being driven through my heart.
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