Parenting: Can you ever do it wrong?

I guess the answer to this question could really be as simple as it sounds. Sure, there are good and right ways of parenting. And absolutely, there are bad ways of parenting. But when do you cross the boundary from right to wrong? Who can tell you that you've done something wrong and you will listen?

I'm the type of person, that if you tell me that the way I'm raising my child is wrong, I will more then likely tell you off, and tell you where to stick your words. That's just who I am. Granted, there are times that I wished I would have listened. "If only..." has become my favorite phrase recently.

But what about the people who really need the help? What about the parents on drugs, still taking care of their kids, while they're messed up? Is it smart? No. Is it safe? Hell no! But how do we help them? How do we make them understand that what they are doing is wrong? What about the parents who abuse their kids? What about the kids living on the street, because they have nowhere else to go? How do we help them? We can't all afford to be foster parents, nor can we afford to take in random orphans. So what do we do?

I'm not writing this to give you all an insight to what's going on. I'm not writing this to give you the answer. These are just a few of the random questions in my head and I have no way of answering them...

My only response is to stop. Stop being stupid and hurting your kids. Stop being an idiot and doing drugs so it makes things easier, because it won't. All you're doing is setting your kids up for a harder life then it's already going to be. As for the orphans living on the street... Love them... they're going to need it most...Because they have no one left.

First Blog, First Thought...

Well, first off, hello. I'm pretty new to this whole thing, so let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Alli. I am 19 years old, I recently had the most adorable little boy, named Markus. My boyfriend and I moved into our own place out of the clutches of our parents. On my 19th birthday, he proposed. The time frames is set for sometime this coming summer. (Hoorah!) Living with someone, who is not my family, on our own has been much more trying (and much much more revealing), then I thought it would be. In 6 months, I have cried, and I have laughed, I have learned, and I have loved. In that time, I couldn't even begin to tell you what has been going on.

Well, enough about me.

A penny for some thoughts.

In the past 6 months, I have figured out that I am exactly where I didn't want to be in life. I am a stay at home mom and housewife. I rely completely on someone else to take care of and support me and my family. When I was young, I had every dream to be a working professional, who had a high school diploma, who went to school to be someone important, who could take care of herself, who was independent, who could work, who didn't need financial aid and the support of others to survive. But I am, exactly that. I stress, and I worry, just like any other individual. And I get frustrated and sometimes, I just don't know what to do with myself, but I love my family very much, and I love my fiancé and my son with all of my heart.

But I guess the moral of the story is that, no matter what happens, and no matter where you end up in life, you still have to be yourself, and be happy with what you have, because eventually, everything WILL work out.

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