Wow it's hard to be a parent...especially when these little ones you carried for so long begin to be able to carry others in like manner. You see the men in them they can become and the young fool you used to be. Yeah, I get teary-eyed when I think on my sons because they are my life. They are why I want so very much to succeed. Why I so very much want what I want out of life. Parents must walk a tightrope these days because it's very easy for them to leave scars in moments of frustration...something that will never heal right. A parents job at times is to leave a mark. Something that stings enough to remember but fades in time and that's when it gets really hard. Sometimes it is our duty to show them cause and effect. Action to reaction. If we don't we run the risk of allowing all manner of "life" and outside influence to formulate their thinking and if "life" does it...it will always leave a scar. You fight for that not to happen. You fight to make sure the lessons learned don't hurt that much but when you have young ones made of steel...it takes a lot to get through. I fear the scars they can carry will be worse than the ones I carry with me. Oh Father God let that not be so. Pray for your children people and parent them. Love them before anyone else. They didn't ask to be born...God granted us the privilege of raising more made in His image and likeness. I love them with all that is in me...how I love my boys...
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