Apparently I have acquired this terrible habit of ruining my son’s life and destroying his dreams. I seem to do this on a weekly basis and I’m starting to get a little concerned. I mean how many dreams can he have at 5? What part of his life did I ruin exactly? How many times before his life is completely ruined and he has no more dreams? Now, when I hear this I find it very hard not to laugh. I simply say, “Good, that means I’m doing my job.”
I find this to be one of the more humorous parts of my job as a mom. Wait until he sees me rolling my eyes at him and he actually understands why I’m doing it! Parents, do you find that this is also part of your job description?