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What I Know About Being a Parent
January 15th, 2009 ¦ Marsha Jacobson -
I’m back! I apologize for the dry patch of blogs. The webmaster (aka Gaurav) is revamping the website! Please excuse the unfinished new categories but the wait will be worth it. The blog has also been updated to a much more user friendly one – for me! When I see what goes into the back end of a website and I only understand a smidgeon of it, I am in awe of a skill that I’m quite happy doesn’t belong to me!
It’s been a hectic time. I have most happy news. My oldest son and wonderful girlfriend are engaged! I’m going to be a mother-in-law! – A whole new world about to open up for me.
Pre-Christmas was crazy. We sold out of our first shipment which was great. A promotion on City TV didn’t hurt! The response to the book has been heart-warming. Adults and children really seem to understand the meaning behind the story. Our next shipment is arriving yesterday. I guess that means any day now. Can’t wait.
This is what I know about being a parent (No, you didn’t skip a paragraph. I decided to jump right in). I know that it’s sometimes difficult, easy, terrifying and wonderful – often all at the same time. I know that parents who appear over-confident are usually the opposite. I know that the hardest part is hitting a bump and feeling helpless. I know to allow children their pain. I know that the greatest moments are realizing that I rose to the challenge in the best way that I could. I know that making mistakes is inevitable and that sharing those mistakes with my kids is not a bad thing. I know that by showing my children that I am human is also teaching them that it’s ok for them to be human too. I know that I can’t ensure their complete safety but that I will die trying. I know that the best gift I can give them is to teach them to like who they are. I know that I can take them to the water, show them that the water is sweet and nourishing but that the drinking will always be up to them. I know that I always have to recognize my expectations as belonging to me. I know that I can’t walk their path even though they feel a part of me. I know that they are not. I know that my love for them flows from a bottomless well but that their love for me must be earned.