Sandy Klein

Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. – Harvey Mackay

What emotion do you feel when you say that word?  An emotion that you can’t label probably.  It’s love on a different level.  Worry beyond any worry you have ever felt.  Frustration in watching someone else begin to make their own decisions when those decisions aren’t what you feel are best.

My kids are so different and everyday I have to decide how I am going to parent.  It really is a choice.

My oldest on a social media post said “I feel like hell.  Sorry for the language mom.”  Umm ok.  Well she knows not to talk like that in front of me, but I also know that kids say things when their parents aren’t around.  And she was really sick.  So I let it go.  I picked my battle.  She rarely ever posts on social media.  You wouldn’t define her as social.  That isn’t where she is comfortable.  She’s more like her dad that way.  But there always have to be a boundary.  So when she says frack I will continue to jump all over her for implied improper speech.  When the truth is I rather like that I know what is on her mind.  Even if I don’t like it I know what she is thinking.  I know that she has no filter, and that it isn’t a good trait in a teenager, but I know that people won’t take advantage of her.  When you have a girl there is some comfort in that.

My youngest has a shirt that says no selfie control.  Where I worry about what my other daughter might say that would offend you.  With the little I worry about what she will put out into the world without thinking about it.  Is the shirt too short, is the makeup too much, is the posting too frequent.  These kids were born in the same house and raised the same way.  You would not ever know that.  I know she’s a lot like me.  Thank goodness we didn’t have social media as kids.

I think when you are parents you are constantly worrying.  Are they going to go to bed without fighting you.  Are they going to be able to get a good nights sleep.  They can’t fall to sleep.  Will they be tired in the morning.  What is on their mind.  Why can’t they sleep.  Oh no my kid has stress.  How can I fix it.  Wait I can’t fix it they have to learn.  How do I protect them.  Wait I can’t protect them the world isn’t always nice.  Kids finally to sleep.  Now you can’t sleep because you worry about why they couldn’t sleep.  Morning.  Please don’t start the day with an arguement.  I’m not a morning person.  She isn’t a morning person.  How do we keep a happy balance.  No dad is home today.  Please don’t mess with the routine.  Don’t ask me why it’s how we get things done.  Text during the day.  Someone doesn’t feel good.  Someone forgot something.  Something hurts.  Please stay at school.  Please make it work.  I work full time.  Will I get in trouble for leaving.  Have I worked from home too much.  Can we afford another copayment at the doctor.  School is missed.  Homework behind.  How long to get caught up.  What was missed.  When do I step in.  How much can she self manage.  You know there is a school event.  They don’t want to go.  Are their problems with friends.  Why are they arguing with friends.  Why do they want to be home, or don’t they want to go, or are they hiding in their bedroom.  Do you push the issue.  Do you leave it go.  What do you do.

Am I crazy?  Do other people worry this much?  My husband doesn’t worry.  Now to worry about worrying.

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