Time to Post some cute videos for all the girls that have gone on and my sister in Israel...
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Why sometimes I feel like an old man
It's funny, I just finished talking with one of my girls that has moved on, and it is so scary sometimes for me to look at the myspace or facebook pages. It's funny but it also makes me fear the day that Nathan and Eva become old enough to get into the kind of trouble that takes more than a kiss on the cheek or time out to fix. I think about how helpless I feel sometimes in this job. Teaching the girls about right and wrong, choices and consequences, and about how to get what they want from life is great. The hard part is they get to make the choices, and that is the scary part.
I see my former girls on their websites, with their pictures that sometimes make me think about all the conversations I had with them about respecting themselves enough to wear modest clothes, and about how many times we talked about how alchohol makes people acts like idiots.
I see the conversations they have with each other on the social websites, and the words and way they talk to each other and it makes me want to have them in my home again, so that I can tell them the right thing to do. But as my more rational side takes over, I have to face the hardest truth of parenthood I've discovered. You can't make kids great, you can't make them successfull, you can't make the choices for them. You can do everything you can to make it easier and make the choices and consequences clear, and be consistent, but at the end of the day you need them to make the choice, and let them live with the consequences.
I see my former girls on their websites, with their pictures that sometimes make me think about all the conversations I had with them about respecting themselves enough to wear modest clothes, and about how many times we talked about how alchohol makes people acts like idiots.
I see the conversations they have with each other on the social websites, and the words and way they talk to each other and it makes me want to have them in my home again, so that I can tell them the right thing to do. But as my more rational side takes over, I have to face the hardest truth of parenthood I've discovered. You can't make kids great, you can't make them successfull, you can't make the choices for them. You can do everything you can to make it easier and make the choices and consequences clear, and be consistent, but at the end of the day you need them to make the choice, and let them live with the consequences.
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