Being a parent is a complex state of affairs loaded with contrasting emotions that goodness knows many of us battle with day in and day out.
We swing from love to hate, to utter joy in what our child is doing at that moment to total ambivalence towards their actions.
We lurch between being in the moment and totally at ease, to being crippled with guilt.
We struggle as two becomes three, four or more. To find a new blueprint for our lives each time.
We are confused as we lose ourselves in our ongoing identity crisis, baffled as to whether we should or will ever become our old selves again or some other new version that still carries our original seed from which we grew somewhere deep down inside.
Goodness knows I often wished with all of these seismic fluxes in thinking and emotion as a parent that someone in my household had a Diploma in Counselling, because boy wouldn’t it be nice to be able to work through all these issues confidently with ourselves.
Fuelled by the omnipresence of the standards dictated by social media and societal pressures, the emotional struggles we grapple with as parents grow, take shape, morph into something else, turn a corner, disappear for a while and then return like a Phoenix from the flames just when you least expect them to.
But…the emotional struggles of being a parent are part of the package – it was somewhere in there in the small print, we were probably just too busy to read it at the time! More fool us eh?
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