Parenting can be such a mother ...
Like when you try to convince your 5yo that you are not making them wear the big blue jacket because you want them to be fugly, but because you know it will be a cold day and they've got bronchitis and asthma, but all you get in return is defiance ...
Then you discipline them, try to teach them the importance of obedience, the value of the advice of those who love you ...
And they look at you, their big old teary eyes filled with anguish, and say, "My heart hurts, Mummy. My heart hurts because you are angry at me."
Then you hate yourself ...
And you eat two whole packs of kekesaiga to make yourself feel better ...
And you just end up feeling fat, fugs and still a bad mother.
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And you feel like shaking them and crying "Why don't you understand that I just want the best for you? That I'm not a sadist intent on ruining your fun?!"... Then you realised that you've just stolen God's line.
Lol. Too true.
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