This morning something occurred to me.

The things the boys do that I perceive to make no sense or really care about I view as a reflection on me.

Maybe AND ONLY maybe that would be true if I had raised them from birth.

I know a LOT of the decisions I make regarding parenting the two of them make no sense to some of you.  I have finally realized they are not a reflection of me.  They behavior is not me.

My sister friend, DD, posted this on her Facebook page this morning and I needed to hear it...



I am not saying by any means that I am strong.  I am just tired of being judged.  Partially by myself.