Just returned from a long day and evening preparing for big event tomorrow. The girls are in bed and my darling man has cleaned and defrosted some salmon. But not left any wine to chill. Hmmm - well then I will go on the wagon tonight. As I was driving home I was thinking about raising my children - who rarely see me it seems, but who at least don't starve. Which is easier, raising children or baking?
Well, have you ever sat in on a game of Mah Jong? You just line up your tiles, move them about and get your ass kicked. It´s a very complicated, stressfull game and I compare it to raising children; because you don´t know the rules. In fact I have yet to discover any rules at all. My girls certainly don’t know what they are because I’ve asked them on many occasions. Children don’t come with a users manual, even though I did write one for my father when he once had the girls for a fortnight. You spend all your time raising them as you would have liked to have been raised at the same time feeling guilty if you aren’t being as good a parent as the woman down the street who’s kid plays the piano and wears clean shoes all the time or the guy in your office who takes two weeks off each summer to take his son to father and son hot air ballooning school in Austria. The guilt and need to ‘keep up with the parent-Joneses’ springs from your subconscious if you even so much as yell at them.
Then there's baking. Pure science - there is one way to bake and you need to follow a recipe. Baking is science, while cooking is art. So perhaps raising children is a bit more like cooking than baking. There is no one, right, guaranteed perfect way to raise them - most of the time you learn from experience what best results from what goes in the pot.
luv - katrin (v tired)
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