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I hate confrontation....even the friggin word scares me. Lately, I have had to confront some issues that I have not wanted to. I like to dodge, hide, or at least pretend that some issues don’t exist. Most of the time these confrontations do not end well....someone always gets hurt.
I wish I were one of those people who didn’t let things build to the point where there even has to be a confrontation...straight from the door tell it like it is....but no, I always want to spare someone’s feelings, even if it means putting my own feelings away ( which apparently, I do not put them away, just aside to be brought out at the most inopportune times).
It seems life is just going along, and when you least expect it, you have to confront an issue that you just didn’t want to deal with. A lot of my issues revolve around my children...always trying to keep the peace....if your kids are happy than you’re happy, right? Wrong!
As you children become “adults” it becomes tough...tough to start treating them as if they are no longer your “kids.” As the wonderful age of 18 is approached, suddenly your children think you “owe” them respect...don’t know about you, but I don’t owe these kids a fucking thing!!!
I think respect is something you earn. I don’t mean the kind of respect where, yes I respect their privacy, and yes I respect their feelings, but no I do not respect them as hard working, taking care of themselves, living in the real world, kind of people, because, of yeah that’s right, they don’t!!!!
Just because they are of legal age to be termed an adult, does not mean there is anything adult about them. Truthfully, I think they should change the legal age to thirty. Seems to me it takes them that long to even think there may be another person other than themselves who has feelings. (Although I do know people older than that who continue to be self involved, thankfully, not many).
Well that was my latest confrontation. Even though a “child/adult” of mine still lives in my house....he no longer needs to follow the rules....he can suddenly do as he pleases when he pleases....nothing I can do....just have to deal, he tells me.....won’t he be surprised when he comes “home” and find he no longer lives here!! All of his shit packed and ready....now go out there son and earn my respect.... make me proud. |
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Posted by slowtolearn on 2008-07-18 10:21:05 | Rating: | Views: 34
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Don't we all look forward to the day!
Hey - if you raise it to 30 then you're stuck with them for another 12 years. Oh yeah, think we're already stuck with them for that long anyway aren't we?
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Posted by Tony51203
on 2008-07-18 10:41:40
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Wow, well I guess he will learn the hard way what respect really is :)
My two are 8 and 5, sometimes I wonder though whether they are 18 and 15. Although I do tend to be able to get them back into line without too much drama.... I'll heed your warning :)
thanks for sharing.
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-07-21 07:32:55
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