write a letter to your friend about nuclear family
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Explanation:
The first day of school is creeping up on us. As a mom in a blended family the least of my worries are buying back to school supplies and backpacks. No, my worries are, “How am I going to get kid A on the bus by 8 when kid B and C need to be at school at 8:15, 45 minutes away?” and “How am I going to explain to all of the other parents and teachers our situation again another year?” You’d think I’d have my speech hammered down by now, but I don’t.
When I was growing up my dreams as a little girl didn’t include struggling to finish college, selling my possessions to afford food for my family, sharing my children, or watching my husband work to the bone and our family still be in debt. No, my dreams as a child were that my husband and myself would have two children (a boy and a girl, of course), and live in a modest home, never knowing what struggling was.
Because that was how I was raised to think. That is what all my fairytale books told me would happen if I was a good girl. And I was a good girl. So why am I struggling now? I guess that’s besides my point. But no one dreams of struggling, but struggling for most of us is part of reality. We need to teach our children how to deal with adversity, and how to deal with struggling. We can’t shield them from it. Because I was shielded from so much growing up, I had no grip on reality. I choose to raise my children differently. I choose to show them our struggle, so they know how to overcome that, and work harder to get where they need to get. I do not want to raise children that wallow in their own self-pity
Explanation:
The first day of school is creeping up on us. As a mom in a blended family the least of my worries are buying back to school supplies and backpacks. No, my worries are, “How am I going to get kid A on the bus by 8 when kid B and C need to be at school at 8:15, 45 minutes away?” and “How am I going to explain to all of the other parents and teachers our situation again another year?” You’d think I’d have my speech hammered down by now, but I don’t.
When I was growing up my dreams as a little girl didn’t include struggling to finish college, selling my possessions to afford food for my family, sharing my children, or watching my husband work to the bone and our family still be in debt. No, my dreams as a child were that my husband and myself would have two children (a boy and a girl, of course), and live in a modest home, never knowing what struggling was.
Because that was how I was raised to think. That is what all my fairytale books told me would happen if I was a good girl. And I was a good girl. So why am I struggling now? I guess that’s besides my point. But no one dreams of struggling, but struggling for most of us is part of reality. We need to teach our children how to deal with adversity, and how to deal with struggling. We can’t shield them from it. Because I was shielded from so much growing up, I had no grip on reality. I choose to raise my children differently. I choose to show them our struggle, so they know how to overcome that, and work harder to get where they need to get. I do not want to raise children that wallow in their own self-pity