The truth is, My children have the same chance as every other child on earth when it comes to smoking, taking drugs and drinking alcohol and teenage pregnancies.
It has nothing to do with the way I raised them.
As their mother I taught them what is right and what is wrong. I have taught them about sex, conception and contraception. I have spoken to them about peer pressure,adverse effects of drugs, cigs and alcohol.. How I wish I could say that, my children are safe because I taught them all that they need to know…
Before I became a mother, I knew just how I am going to raise my children. I was going to be the best mother on earth. It was a pretty easy thing to do..you know..to be a good mother and raise great children..
But then I became a mother..none of my so called plans/ideas/great expectations worked..I thought a fed baby is a happy baby..till I had breast engorgement and a crabby baby!! Theories were good, especially Dr. Spock.. but none of them wrote about non stop crying and maternal exhaustion and the temptation of wanting to drop the crying child somewhere, anywhere and running away!!! ( new mothers are not allowed/supposed to feel that way..they are supposed to enjoy the feeling of being a mother.. it is such a glorified position)
At one time, I had three children under the age of 5 and I couldn’t wait for them to grow up..so I could take a break from the vicous cycle of breast feeding, nappies, potty training that seemed to go on forever.
Now that they are no longer babies.. I wish..they were little..I wish we could live in our glass cave, pretend that Santa is real and there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow..
Each day, I walk in a mother’s minefield..every word that I speak has a consequence.
I am no longer a mother of little children.. I am the mother of three individuals..who are on their way to their future..
They will stumble and they may fall of the wagon.., but I will be there..that is all I can do.