Over the last few weeks, we have walked through some really really difficult things. I am not at liberty to go into great detail because some of it is still in process. Over the last few weeks we have been hurt by the death of a loved one, the loss of another though still alive to addiction, and quite a few other really heavy issues. It has been emotionally draining for my family and we are sitting here trying to catch our breath from it all. Today as I sat down I realized there is something I would say to my kids if I didn’t make it to adulthood with them. Kids, we are rewriting legacies.
Am I messing up my kid?
I wasn’t raised in the best of homes. I was raised by a single mom who did the best she could with what she had. That generally meant that we didn’t have much and she wasn’t around much. My dad was often in and out of the picture depending on what was going on in his life. Because of this, I grew up with no standard of how a child should be raised. My normal was far from healthy. Fast forward many years and I find myself parenting two amazing children. It seems like every day I ask myself, “Am I messing up my kid?”