Dirty Laundry

What a day . . .and what a long weekend . . . .hmmm . . so much I want to type here . . .something about blogging that is cathartic . . but in the essence of not wanting to air too much dirty laundry . . and at least having some pride . . I’ll just speak in generalities . . .

Being a mother can be one of the most wonderful experiences in the world .. I’ve never been so proud of anything more than the accomplishments of my children . . .be that their first steps or graduating from college . .. and sometimes it’s the littlest of things that you know they worked so hard at and struggled so much to achieve . . . and then there’s the flip side . . . .It can be the most painful experience of all . . .

Today’s crop of young adults certainly is different . . .and I suppose everyone says that . . .but this seems so much different . I would never . . .not ever . . .say some of the things to my mom that have been said to me .. . and I hear that from other people my age as well. The lack of respect is astounding . .

So? Where did we as parents go wrong that our children feel they can use gutter language with us and tell us what to do and refuse to accept any responsibility. Wish I knew . . .and then wish I could go back and change it . . .but it does seem to be the epidemic of the times . . . It is indeed a sad day for me today . . . as once again my failings as a mother come home to roost.