Parenthood is not for wusses. We do give tons of hugs but at the same time must take tough choices and actions when the buggers won't listen.
Time and time again we have to prove to my kids that we are their parents, not their friends. They have enough friends, they'll have many more and will not run out of them. They do not need us to be their friends, they need us to be their parents. We are meant to be their parents, otherwise they should have been born decades earlier and out of someone else's you-know-what.
Jason deciding to fool around with his school work this week (not the only week, mind you) is the straw that broke the camel's back.
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.