I sent an email to Will's teacher, who by the way is totally awesome, about the things that had happened last week. And she gave me some hope that I know I have heard a million times, but for some reason it made sense today. She said we are always parenting our children. Even her grown sons still have to be reminded some times of proper behavior. It has given me a freedom that I haven't ever felt as a parent. I just keep doing what I am doing and that is enough. I kept waiting for the miracle day where all the teaching and discipline would kick in and everything would be all better. Meaning, everything would be perfect. But all of a sudden I realize that it's a life long process. There will always be good days and bad days. And it's not a reflection on me as a parent. At the end of the day we all have our agency and we can't ever take that away from anyone.
