{"id":2422,"date":"2011-10-18T19:53:25","date_gmt":"2011-10-18T23:53:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2422"},"modified":"2011-10-18T19:53:25","modified_gmt":"2011-10-18T23:53:25","slug":"rough-stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2422","title":{"rendered":"Rough Stuff…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I used to think that being in high school was so hard. \u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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I was wrong.<\/p>\n

I think being a teen today is harder. \u00a0There is so much that young people have to deal with at such a young age.
\nWe ( society) push our children to learn SO MUCH at such a young age. \u00a0There is so much that is expected of them. \u00a0They put so much pressure on themselves, alone, much less what society adds to that.<\/p>\n

I’ve been watching a child slowly stop believing in himself. \u00a0It really sucks. \u00a0No one really believes when their parents tell them that “their special… their smart… their loved.” \u00a0This is something they have to find themselves… in this big world … for them to believe it.<\/p>\n

I was reading this blog <\/a>of this boy in Ottawa that committed suicide. \u00a0He was being bullied for being openly gay in his school, among other things. \u00a0It broke my heart. \u00a0I can’t imagine his parents pain. \u00a0I can’t imagine the frustration of his friends. \u00a0I wonder what it is like to be a Mean Kid in high school. \u00a0Do they ever feel sorry?<\/p>\n

I used to sit in my classes in high school and wish very physical hurtful pains to people that were mean to me. \u00a0Mean to me because I sucked at gym. \u00a0I wanted them to truly feel pain. \u00a0Now years later, as I hear of some of the pains some suffer, it doesn’t really feel good… partly because they didn’t get it. \u00a0They hurt me. \u00a0They never said sorry.<\/p>\n

Sounds childish. \u00a0I know. \u00a0I am just saying that I can’t image how much I would want to hurt someone if they hurt one of my babes. \u00a0I find it frustrating when parents don’t parent. \u00a0I hate that there are children needing help and yet their parents are clueless. \u00a0Truly clueless. \u00a0Work, school, projects occupy so much of their time that they are not present in their child’s life. \u00a0I see so many grandparents trying to parent… they did it once. \u00a0They are tired. \u00a0My mom lived with us for 5 years. \u00a0It was not a role that worked for her or us. \u00a0It is exhausting parenting… add the factor of older age… and really it’s not fair. \u00a0 Is it? \u00a0One auntie who watching her grandkids said “I work harder and more now… babysitting my grandkids.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Where am I going with this post? \u00a0All over. \u00a0I was talking about my child that is slowly losing all his confidence that he once saw in himself. \u00a0It really hurts me. \u00a0I have set up boundaries and demands that I expect of the boys… much more sterner… our after school routine… with the hopes that as I push… he\/they will see the fruits of their labour on their own.<\/p>\n

I am praying that God is in control my boys lives. \u00a0I know He is. \u00a0It’s that trust thing… you know? \u00a0I have to believe that God is seeing them through it all. \u00a0I have to trust that through the rough bits they will find their strength… and see God’s hand guiding them.<\/p>\n

It’s so hard to watch. \u00a0It’s so hard to know the right thing to do. \u00a0It’s so hard to know the right thing to say. \u00a0It’s so hard to know when to release and pray they soar.<\/p>\n

I am not sure what or how I thought I was capability of parenting one child much less six!!!<\/p>\n

I can only fall on my knee, cry out to heaven and beg God to carry my babies forward into the world as they get ready…<\/p>\n

Sigh.<\/p>\n

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