In my post about Dora the other day, my friend Kristin left this comment:
This is good practice for letting go in life - we cannot control what our kids love, and they will grow to resent us in trying. Just like I accept that Alma might grow up to be a fundy Christian or love Disney princesses, all I can do is love her and keep my end of the relationship open.
I tend to lose track of the bigger picture (like Kristin talks about) in times of stress (ahem), and I want to cling close to my ideals in an attempt to feel comfort from them.
I was talking with some friends the other week about what it might be like when our children get older, when they become teenagers. Somebody asked me how I would feel if my kids have sex and drink when they're teenagers (because those are things that I never engaged in as a teen... or now, really).
I don't know how I would feel.
I would like my kids to make good choices. And I guess I feel that the choices I made (not to drink or have sex as a teenager) were good ones, so I would want them to have the same.
Kind of like how they would give birth... Like, what if my daughters wanted to have elective cesareans? I wouldn't think that was the best choice either. But all that I can do (both now and later) is to educate them in making good decisions... about giving birth, drinking, sex, Dora... everything.
And what they do with that is up to them. After which, I'll have to step back, let go, and love them unconditionally no matter what they choose. Right, Kristin?