Push Back.

I am not sure at what point in our lives, we decided to hand over everything to our kids, but it has happened.

And I hate what I see.

DESPISE IT.

I see kids who think they are either, entitled to, or deserve their own set of rules, that we must, as adults, listen to,respect, and accept.

Um excuse me?

Unless you grabbed a job and are paying some bills, you are all my bitches.

MINE.

ALL OF YOU.

So I am here to say, nope, I don't need to listen to your feelings anymore than my mother did, or my father for that matter, and I am here to say they both taught me a ton.

My mom trained me to manage my expectations, and let me know how the world will never care about me, or my struggles, so be ready for a cold place.

She reminded me to stop thinking we will all fit in, or will be accepted, or even cared about.

Because we won't.

And she was RIGHT.

She taught me that.

Yep, she did that well.

God bless.

And if it weren't for her, the things that have happened to me these last three years would have had me laying down and giving up.

Oddly enough, I have never been fighting harder for my life.

Go figure.

But anyways,

I am done trying to placate to a group of kids who have been made so confused by their participation trophies, and a brand of parents who feel like they have a hot potato in their hand, that they just agree without any push back.

Jesus.

Why are we afraid to PISS OFF OUR KIDS?!?

Why can't we let them figure out the world the same way we had to?

Tough.

Unaccepted.

It is pressure that creates diamonds.

Not a participation trophy.

Soft, creates soft.

I think we truly need to be careful what we wish for.

Xoxo,

C.