I feel bad for my children. I mean, I’m not the worst, but I’m so friggin selfish and undisciplined… I’m not great, not even good or in the same ballpark as my mother. I hope that she’s somehow filling in for some of my deficiencies.
I want my children to feel loved and special and appreciated. But instead of thanking my daughter for the compliment when she praises my hair-handling abilities (I had just braided her hair for her), I explained how very bad with hair I am. Wtf is wrong with me?
Of course, that’s a very small example, but it kind of shows how I’m always focused on myself. I want to change, to grow up, but I also want to do lots of other things that get in the way of that. Should have sorted that out before having children.