Wild
Sometimes, I wonder how come God give such a wild daughter to me. When she was young she was quite obedience. Once she reach 18 plus, she got boyfriends and do not like her old self and became very wild in her thinking (piercing and tatooing). I am shock that she changed so much in such a short time. I sometimes would like to disown her but my husband is very patient with her. The sight of her is like a devil to me sometimes. Nowadays, I hate talking to her and the things she does is really not my cup of tea. It sads me to say which things about my own daughter, but I just cant seems to bottle the feeling of her in me any more. I think that she is a disgrace to me and my husband. Anyway, I always tell her that it is her life & that she will have to be answerable to God. When she was younger, we have protected her, guess we as parents have done our part. Now she does what she likes and seems to have no respect for us as parents.
I just hope that she will change for the better when she goes out to work.
The only thing, I can now is to pray for her.
I just hope that she will change for the better when she goes out to work.
The only thing, I can now is to pray for her.
posted by mich at 11:48 PM
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My mother and I were very different people. For some time, it seemed the only times we didn't argue, was if we were singing or eating (mouths too busy to argue).
I always loved her, and knew that in her way she loved me because I was her baby, but I did not feel that she loved ME. -The real me, the strong person who often took the hard path in order to do what was right.
We managed to get along better eventually. She was very controlling and had a hard time letting me be my own person, but in the end I suspect she was glad I was my own person. I became a strong young woman, strong enough to carry my mother in my arms when she fell. I took care of her when she was ill and I miss her very much. She passed away when I was in my early 20s.
There may not always be understanding between two people. We are all so different, but even then there can still be plenty of love.
One thing my father taught me... respect. I always respected my father because he treated me with respect. If you cannot respect a person, their strengths, virtues, and individual personality, then they will never respect you back.
I have not yet raised a child into those teen-years. I can't imagine what would be tougher. No parent can stand the thought of their child being hurt or falling into the wrong path. It's terrifying and you never know whether to be more firm, or more gentle and which will help or make it worse. But, love covers many things. Love repairs and builds a lot of things.
Love her and respect her, even though she may make no sense to you. And hopefully, by your example, she can learn to respect you back. She probably already respects you more than you know, though. Human nature dictates, however, that if we feel unapreciated we pull away - sour grapes sort of thing.
I hope you'll forgive the presumptiousness of my commenting on this issue, but I feel for your situation and wanted to say "hang in there"
For some strange reasons, the wildest young ones often become the strongest spiritual ones later on, and those who seem obedient sometimes lack the fortitude to resist the traps in life.
I'm sure everything will work out well.
Best wishes
:)
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