Has he had a chance to earn it? Does he have the empathy, integrity, and perseverance that you worked so hard to learn? Yearn for his true identity instead of his outwardly actions that come off as divinity. How does he treat, talk, and help others? Does he have a line or will he continue to push further, once done, moving to another. Don't let him claw his way into your life. Make him dust off his pride to see where is heart resides.
“Take the time to get to know someone.”
All around me I see it. The fall of humanity is immanent. People are more absorbed in themselves, apathy towards everyone else. Nobody cares either, as if the receiver is off the hook, a busy line causing life harder to sustain. Children introduced to l adulthood with no idea where to go or what to do. It's not the child's fault, but rather, the parents failure to prepare.
“There's too many kids being introduced to adulthood that are not ready.”
It seems he's going mental but in denial. Senile as they come, emotions they can't control, their reaction is soed by their hormones. Affliction, not deserved but life leaves none in the reserve. It's up to the parent to see, it's his emotions and not his attitude. It's your job to keep them at a comfortable latitude.
“When your kids are going through puberty it is important you understand their emotions first and then their attitude.”
It's early in the morning. The early that's almost too early for most people. Reflecting on myself is detecting satisfaction with the way my son understands me. He knows I'm bipolar and at times I've got extra weight in my shoulder. As if I'm constantly being ran over by a boulder and when I feel that, towards him, I couldn't be much colder. I apologize to him and he tells me he understands. It's getting easier to communicate with him due to him understanding that it's not anger towards him that I pursue. This bond we're building is what I must insue.
“If you don't explain to your children why you're angry they might think you're angry at them. This could build a wall really fast.”
You've colored your walls and you're proud of them. Someone comes along and frowns upon your hard work. Your conscious is jarred from the pride you recently had and increasing your hatred for what you liked. You try to change the color of your walls but the true color bleeds through. And it will until you learn to stay true yo yourself.
“There's nothing wrong with being you.”
I wonder if I've been doing it right. Teaching him about life. Bettering himself through my insight of the future, to be his own suture. He tells me..
“You should get better with math.”
I reply, “I got the math skills I need for what I do.”
“Yeah but, if you get better, you could do better.” He tells me as if he was the teacher helping me loom to the future. I then realize that he is finding his understanding of what I've taught him. He's gaining knowledge that took me so long to find, use, and bear the fruit from. I'm proud of myself but not as proud as I am of my son, for my son. Go my child, lunge into greatness and let the world be your witness.
“It feels great, teaching my son about life. But it's even better to see it maturing in his life.
Treat her right while making sure it's in their sight of them, your children. Let them see the happiness between you two. Plant the seed for kindness and empathy. Hold your partner to accountability while keeping your stability. But admit when you're wrong while staying strong and true. Their watching you.
“The way you treat your spouse can determine how your child treats there's.”
There I was, my moment of chance. My mind making it hard but I made my stance. I made the decision to spend that moment with him. I became eager to please as I made him a grilled cheese. We ate in harmony even though my mind was snarling at me not giving in to it's relentless torture that would cause my sons misfortune of not having my attention. Today my mind is what I chose to neglect no matter the tension it will cause.
“In order to be what you need to be you must want to be. Otherwise you won't ever see the way”
My same mistake leads to the same fate. When will I learn but when was I taught or have I just forgot, must remedy my impulses but my mind continues to bust wide open with apathy towards the corrections that will send me in a better direction. All I can do is try again and deal with the suspension of the, hope to make better decisions.
“Just because you want to change and do better doesn't mean it'll happen when you want it to, but rather, when you've put enough work in”
I'm tired, exhausted is a better word. Trying to keep up with my duties, it's absurd the responsibilities that are cast upon me. When I was a child, I couldn't imagine life as it is. I assumed it was like a sharp knife through butter but it's more like a torch through steel. And the torch doesn't always work. I wished I'd seen further into the intuition of my future that has matured.
“I'm teaching my kids about real life hoping they don't have my same strife.”