A good friend told me a story recently.
His daughter was put in the middle of some unfair politics at high school.
Not the typical drama of dating and breakups and cliques and popularity contests. We’re talking about the adults in the room whose egos are yielding negative outcomes for the kids.
My friend’s daughter is smart. She is tough and mature for her age. She has a bright future.
This has been hard though. It’s unfair. She has cried a lot.
He capped off the story with “It’s a good reminder that my daughter is still just a kid. It’s easy to forget that.”
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I do that too. I forget my kids are kids.
It’s not like I expect Mazey to get a job or Anders to clean up after himself.
But moments of impatience? Or feeling like woe is me? Those are usually just a symptom of me forgetting my kids are just kids.
Don’t forget kids are kids.
Gratefully Dad 