They always say that there is no handbook to being a parent, yet the first time you see the delivery of your child, it never seems to matter.
That wondrous moment seems to always overshadow the fact that you don't really have the slightest idea of how you are going to raise your child. Yet somehow, we always manage to get through it. It becomes manageable and even though there is a lot of sacrifice, we as parents always do our best with what we know at the time.
That's not to say that we are always successful at being a parent, and I think we will defend ourselves a lot more as parents than we would share the same view as how we treated our parents in that manner. Yet realistically, just because we didn't have the skills or ability doesn't mean that we didn't give 100% of what we were capable of. And that goes especially for how our parents reared us, and how they felt how their parents reared them and so on...
Well, November 30 was the day that my daughter Kennedy was born to us. I see it in a light that I as a parent wasn't always equipped with the ability to be the most effective parent I "should've" been. However, I was always able to do my best with what I had. And now I realize that my parents did the same thing.
Too many times we are too hard for the way our parents raised us and the mistakes we felt they committed in raising us. And it's not to displace the fact that mistakes were made, and that it's clear that nobody was perfect, yet we seemed to turn out ok in the end, right?
And now seeing that, I can get a clearer understanding of how to be a better parent to my child and see the possibilities for her in her life. And every year that passes, that gets a little more clear.
So today, November 30th was my daughter Kennedy's birthday. Ironically enough, it was exactly the same weather today as it was 3 years ago when she was born, and I thought that was really cool. Day 3 of my 4 Day Blog was a highlight for me, and it concludes on Dec.1 when I talk about the 20th anniversary of the death of my grandmother.