Parenting

One of my biggest insecurities is parenting. Most parents won’t admit it but I often question if I am cut out for the job. Amidst it being too late to matter, I entertain existential crises, while in the thick of child rearing. It’s madness really.

Nothing truly prepares you for parenthood they say and that’s because it’s three dimensional. Physical, mental and spiritual while also requiring insane adaptability. Honestly, I don’t know anything else in life that changes as rapidly as a child. They are in constant flux.

To be fair, nothing prepared them for this either. Overwhelmingly new to earth and it’s gravity, I guess temper tantrums make sense. At least kids don’t have the added weight of questioning. They live with child like wonder and the certainty that they are always doing a good job.

They couldn’t care less and we couldn’t care more.

Is that good parenting? Good parents wonder if they are good enough. Good parents feel like they haven’t figured it out and maybe they are missing something. Maybe good parents all have one thing in common…They question the madness.

Because parenting is truly a madness of it’s own.