I love reading about parenting blogs. Happy blogs about funny things their children do or say, how they are going to grow up, the little insights into their blossoming character, etc. It just feels so rewarding, knowing that the children are growing up beautifully.
And then, I start recalling my own childhood and compared it to the kids and digging deep into my character. Often, it is little children who show their true colors because they cant help it. They dont know how to hide the bad ones and they are bad at pretending. It is so easy for a parent to know what kind of children they are going to grow up into.
I have been dwelling on my own childhood for a while. Thinking about what kind of person I was then, and now, and how much changes I have made, good and bad, and how I still feel like Im wearing a mask of goodness, with those long-ago hated characteristics lying dorminant deep within me, surfacing every now and then, for all to see.
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