Hi Larc
Ah yes...our kids...our blessings from Jehovah we used to call them. You are right Larc...I feel sorry for the JW kids of today...I was one in the 60's & 70's...and it was hard then. But its even harder today for kids growing up with all the do's and dont's.
I look at my 3 little monkeys and my son has the worst grammar...he is styling himself after JaRule or Dr Dre...someone I've never heard of but who's lyrics make me shudder (not to mention Lil Kim). My 17 year old is a Jennifer Lopez wannabe...with the clothes...hair style...even the backside to match *sheesh*...my youngest is 11...she is very focused...she is studious...loves education...is thriving academically...is the teachers pet and is always coming home with all sorts of sports awards....she is on school council and has the manners of a virtuous saint. Yet I love each and every one of them with all my heart and soul...no matter how they turn out.
They all make me proud in different ways...I'm proud of my son because he loves me and isn't ashamed to kiss me goodbye when I drop him off at school...I love my eldest daughter because she is beautiful inside as well as out...she isn't the brightest kid on the block...but she's got a good heart...and I love my youngest because of the cute things she says like "I'm so sorry I gave you stretchmarks mum"...now how cute is that!!!
I guess what I mean is...that I love my kids more as worldies then I did when we were all witnesses...because I am no longer trying to mould their lives or trying to make them conform to my way of thinking. I'm not smothering them with spiritual things...or burdening them with my own disappointments.
I have a wee story to share...my son was 6 yrs old...and we used to have the bookstudy at our house all those years ago. One day while I was getting the house set up...we couldn't find him. Eventually we found him in the backyard...he had climbed a tree and had snuggled onto the branch and had fallen asleep. I never thought much about it...but just the other day he told me why he'd climbed the tree that day. He said that he didn't want to go to the bookstudy anymore...and he thought he would hide away until it was finished. Then when it was over, he would come back down. My heart sank...and I thought to myself 'what have I done????'
He laughed about it and said he was always looking for ways to dodge the meetings...but at the time...I never knew...I was too busy trying to make all of my kids 'conform'.
I think parenting is all about balance...and I'm still struggling to find mine...from witness to worldly...where do the boundries begin and end?
Beck