“I see you, Mama with the ‘crazy child.'”
I used to be the person who would say things like, ‘If that kid was punished, they wouldn’t act like that.’
But God had a plan to teach me a lesson I didn’t realize I needed to learn and to make me eat those words.
I’m a ‘wild child,’ as they say. The one who never comes to a halt. That doesn’t take no for an answer. It doesn’t bother the one who stands in the corner, takes things away, is taken to his room, leaves places, and even gets spanked. The one that makes a lot of noise. The person who will say, “I’m going to do it anyway,” and then go ahead and do it despite being told not to.
Every night, I am the mother who feels guilty. ‘Was I too harsh on him today?’ wonders the mother. Every. Single. Day. The mother receives critical looks from outsiders and relatives, and family. I’m the mother that has to cope with cruel comments and sees my son being treated unfairly because he’s a handful. The mother who picks her battles and lets things slide that I promised myself I’d never let my child get away with because if I didn’t, he’d always be in trouble.
I am the mother of a ‘wild child’ with a strong will. And I hope that by guiding him and teaching him how to use it for good, I will help him. That he will go against the grain, even if it means going it alone, to do the right thing. He is unconcerned about what others think of him since he is doing the right thing.
Mama, I saw you with the ‘crazy child.’ You’re doing a fantastic job!
And, if you’re anything like me, be compassionate to the mother of that ‘crazy child,’ because she’s working harder than you can imagine.”
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