I do not have any children, and I thank God for that. No regrets. However, there are times I try to imagine what my life would be like if I did, but nothing comes to my mind. Isn’t that strange? I guess it is a sign, I was not met to be a mother. I digress.
When I listen to my family and friends speak about the things they go through with their children, I often wonder why don’t we listen. I say “we” because as a child I didn’t listen to my mother growing up. My reason, I thought I knew everything. There was no way my mom understood what I was going through. But she did know. She learned her lessons, and she was trying to protect me from making the same mistakes. But no, I thought I knew best. Sometimes, things worked out for my good, but MANY times they did not, and I suffered. Why was it difficult for me to learn from her mistakes? Why is it so difficult for children to learn from their parent’s mistakes, especially when those mistakes are right in their face, and when they are living in them, at that very moment.
A mother's love would not just allow them to stand by and let their children make a mistake when they don’t need to. They don’t want to see them suffer. They want to spare them the pain and tears. My mom yelled at me and put me on punishment. It didn’t work. I always found a way to do what I wanted to. I had to learn the lesson, that fire burned.
Post in the comments mothers who have been through it. What advice can you offer mothers who are going through it now? I want to hear from you.
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