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Here’s a true thing: your kids know you’re hopeless. You’ll never understand, you’re over-protective, you don’t have even a remote grasp of fashion, you’ve forgotten how to play (assuming you ever really knew how to play in the first place), and you just won’t leave them alone. You show them the pretty spring flowers and say how pretty they smell, but warn that bees might be hidden in them. You give them a bouncing ball and tell them to go play, then warn them the ball might bounce over the fence. You give them a cool tricycle and tell them to go ride, then warn them not to ride too fast. You’re just hopeless.
It’s not your fault. You swore that when you became a parent you’d remember what it was like to be a kid. You promised yourself that you’d remember how hopeless your own parents were, that you’d be different, that you’d be cool. You’d remember that it really didn’t matter if you ate all your vegetables, that there’s no hygienic reason not to share your sandwich with your dog, and that a beautiful spring day constitutes legal grounds for cutting school. You tried, you really did. But you’re still hopeless and your kids know it.
Here is another true thing: when the bee stings, when the ball bounces over the fence, when the trike tips over and they skin their knees, your kids will look for you to make it better. And for the time it takes to make it better, you’ll be the most wonderful person in their world. Then you’ll go back to being hopeless.
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