When Your Children Hate You, Let Them

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I’ve had my children hate me from time to time. One now. The other, later. Sometimes both simultaneously.

As of today, I’ve been a mom for 22 years, 6 months, and 8 days, and I’m still as imperfect at parenting as I was when I first took on the role.

My children have hated me:

· When I told them to put away their toys and they did not want to

· When they had to fork over $50, then $75, then $100 copayments for phones damaged, lost, and destroyed

· When I needed them to not speak to me for at least 30 minutes upon arrival at home after work

· When I didn’t take them to parades and amusement parks because I couldn’t handle the crowds

· When I pushed them to communicate through writing, as an alternative to trying to verbally express themselves when their emotions were all knotted up

· When I enrolled them in schools they did not want to go to and when I enrolled them in ones they wanted to attend

· When I wanted them to apply themselves more and do better in school

· When I calmly hammered, broke, and threw away their Nintendos, DSs, and other games (Yes, on different occasions)