Meet the bad guy, the strict one, the meany pants and the one that’s always making sure the rules are being followed. Hello, it’s me.
I didn’t ask for this roll and I don’t necessarily want it. However, I feel like without me playing the roll of bad cop in his life, it could come at the price of Isaac, our son, not understanding discipline.
I want so badly to be the fun parent. I want to be the one that ignores the fact that he hasn’t washed his hands when he comes out of the bathroom. I want to be the parent that says “Sure, stare at the TV screen all day!” – without putting time limits on it. I want to be the parent that lets him eat junk and have dessert every night, but I cant be.
While I love him more than anything. I also realize that being the fun parents isn’t going to make him love me any more than he already does.
So for now I’ll just continually remind myself that while kids don’t like being disciplined they do benefit from structure and while he’s at our house structure is what he is getting.
I want him to have the best chance at life with the brightest possible future. In order to make sure that happens I will continue using every last ounce of patience, love and kindness I have in my body to give him the proper attention and care he needs. Lucky for him I work from home so he’ll have noooooo shortage of attention when it comes to me 🙂
A Letter from the Meany Pants to the her little baby boy:
Isaac T., when you’re grown I hope you think back to your childhood and all your memories are fond. I hope you realize all the time and effort that I put into you. I hope you don’t think I was mean but instead know that I love you so very much and felt like it was my job to raise you with structure. I hope you realize I was strict and you were disciplined because I loved you dearly. Most of all I hope we are still the bestest of best friends and that I will always be your Bronwynn-e-o.
