Strange how pampering your children can turn them into helpless, barely functional adults, innit? Ok, maybe it’s not always all that bad, but it’s quite … poetically unfair that too much love can fuck it up for them and whoever will have to live with them for the rest of their lives. As my brother quite realistically put it, it’s not normal for a man over 30 to be unable to change a light bulb. And so on and so forth.
So really, how much love and care is too much? Can you ever really know when to stop? Can you really censor yourself when all you want to do is give that child everything he or she needs before they even know they need it?
Cheer up, though. You’ll probably only find out about it when the kids are all grown up and have left home. So until then… take it easy and remember…less is more.
About Me
- Hormonally Yours
- A bit erratic, a bit psychotic, a little calmer than when I started this, but still not out of the woods. This is kind of a diary, in more ways than one, one being that, with the exception of maybe one person (allowed), I'm the only one reading it, at least for now. Since it is of a rather personal nature, I'm not really sure anybody else would be interested anyway. If you do drop by, accidentally, enjoy and please don't mind the hormonal banter. I was "born with it."
2 comments:
Very well said! I like it! Kind of Jedi vs Sith argument. Then again, if you are curious, you can compensate for too much love. Too bad they made the army optional ;)
well thank you, master Yoda.
look into it I might, indeed :)
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