I was once the person that would say “that kid wouldn’t act like that if they were disciplined”.
But oh did God have a plan of teaching me a lesson I didn’t know I needed to learn, and making me eat those words.
I have the “wild child”. The one that never stops. That never listens to no. The one that standing in the corner, taking things away, being sent to his room, leaving places, and even spanking does not phase. The one that is LOUD. The one that will say “I’m going to do it anyway” and proceed to do it, when told not to do something.
I am the mother that feels guilty every single night. The mother that worries “was I too hard on him today?” EVERY. DAY. The mother that sees the judgemental looks from strangers, even friends and family. The mother that deals with hurtful comments & watches my son be treated differently because he’s a lot to handle. The mother that picks battles and let things go that I said I’d never let my child get away with, simply because if I didn’t pick battles, he would always be in trouble.
I am the mother of a strong willed, “wild child”. And I pray that I’m able to guide him, and teach him to use it for good. That he will stand against the crowd or even alone to do the right thing. That he won’t care what people say or think of him for doing the right thing.
I see you Mama with the “wild child”. You’re doing a good job!
And if you’re like I used to be, be kind to the Mama of that “wild child”, she’s trying harder than you could ever imagine.
