So I’ve been to the dentist. I’m attempting to get my werewolf short ready for submission, which means writing the dreaded synopsis and editing the darn thing. Rewriting Psychokinesis, dealing with allergies and a car that has worked fine so far but might not like me at all. Did I mention that I work part-time at a job that might just be full time in terms of the energy I put out.
Then there was making sure that my daughter did her science project and not take over. I also dislike the feeling that you get from schools and other parents. If you let your child produce something that a ten-year old would produce then you’re not doing your job apparently. One must take over from the child and improve upon the product which means the end product will not resemble what the child intended.
I thought the whole purpose of Elementary school was to allow children to explore and grow. To learn how to complete projects on their own. Alas this is not the case. However, like I told my daughter I’m not the one in school the grades are not mine. Whatever she earns from putting the hard work and time are hers and hers alone.
Ok. Off my soap box now. But seriously in life your parents are responsible for the choices you make, your triumphs or your failures. the truth is you have to learn from your mistakes in order to make the right choices and if they never let you face those on your own are’nt they doing you a disservice?
I recently had someone say to me that they felt as if they had cheer and do a handstand when a particular intern walked in to work. I’m sorry but is this the way we’re supposed to raise kids now?
Get dressed, show up, do the best you can do. If you need help ask for it. If no one can help you, find a way to figure it out. Don’t expect people to pat you on the head because you showed up, it what you’re supposed to do.
Okay seriously off the soap box now.
I’ll leave you with the image of my next door neighbor and I sitting on a swing, both in a pair of shorts and t-shirts. Singing at the top of our lungs to Queens “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Which made her husband head inside and the dogs look at us funny. At least they didn’t howl.
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