When you are faced with a situation that you think needs to happen for any change to arise…and then you feel like you don’t really want that to happen because it’s not good for your child. It’s hard to feel just one emotion at a time. It’s hard to feel love for a person, only because they are the father of that beautiful child you have. You want them to be in your child’s life as much as possible and to do their duties. When it doesn’t happen you are left to travel the unknown of emotions and trying to keep your child’s emotions and experiences positive. You want to take time away from that person or however will they learn??? But you know deep down that time away from them is time your child will never get back again. It’s heart wrenching to know what your child is being put through and that these things could effect them for the rest of their lives. All you can do is wait and hope they won’t turn out that bad from all this.
I am reminded over and over of the trials many parents have to face. Some are due to miscarriage, NICU stays, learning disabilities, diseases and accidents. There are so many different ways children can suffer, they all can’t be mentioned specifically. Children touch so many people in different ways, which is an amazing fact. These happy, strong children light up our lives, even if we have never met them before. Facebook and Mommy Blogs are tools to spread the word of helpless families in dire need of support, financial help and encouragement. I read the awful stories of these poor young children that don’t deserve the immeasurable pain and suffering they have endured. It makes me wish I could reach out and help every single one of them. It makes me hug my son a little bit tighter, knowing I am so lucky to have him healthy.
Tripp has EB and wasn’t supposed to survive to one years old. His skin blisters with any friction and infections are continuous. At this time they are treating his pain and trying to keep him comfortable. Courtney is a single mom, taking 24/7 care of Tripp. She is an amazing woman who is strong for her child every single day. You can view their story here.
You never realize when you are pregnant the magnitude of guilt you will once and forever feel. There are also a million different reasons you could feel mommy (or daddy) guilt.
As a single mom, I will forever feel the guilt that my sons father is not truly there for him. I realize that it is not all my fault but I will always wish that things were different a long time ago and that my son could grow up under BOTH of his parents. That also brings me to the lasting effects of my mistakes and choices in men thereafter. I am struggling to learn exactly who is right for us to fill that forever home as “dad”. I fear for my son, that any and all of my choices will affect him wrongly, that not only will I suffer the consequences, but him as well.
Another guilt is discipline, it will always be in my daily life. As I try to spend quality, memory making time with my son I find myself constantly losing my cool, giving time-outs and struggling to get thru the day. My son loves to test me and smile his sweet little face. They learn so quickly how to maneuver our tactics and fight with all their might. The crying little boy in time-out is so hard to listen to as he continues to whine moommmmyyy! He is only 2.75 and says “mommy you’re mean!”.
He continues to teach me lessons everyday and although I have to deal with guilt on a daily basis, I love him and he is completely worth it!
It is a fine line sometimes being a parent and choosing where to insert yourself in your child’s life. About a year ago I had a long discussion with a male friend who had a 9 year old. At this time my son was only 1.5 years old. He had made the decision and rule that his son had to be in a sport each year although the child could choose which sport. I at the time argued and argued that I did not find that important. I did not want to force my son to play a “silly sport”. I have over time and consideration found that maybe he was on to something. As adults and parents we have to walk the tightrope of life and decide what we want to teach our children. What values do we want to instill? Respect? Hard work? Honesty? Now my son is only 2.75 years old, so maybe I will change my mind again before the time comes. I think sports are a good place to start to teach my son you don’t always win, relying on teammates, practice makes perfect, and when you get frustrated you can’t just quit.