We tried to do what was right for our family, in the beginning. We followed those parenting books pretty closely with number one.
Classical music was often playing in our home (it makes kids smart, you know.) Television time was limited (more than 30 minutes a day will rot their brains!) Fast food was not introduced until, well, until they were older. There no video games in our house. There was family time. We spent many hours at parks or simply in our own backyard. We ate dinner at the table. We read book after book after book.
Then Nolan died.
And it often feels as though life has spiraled out of control. There is too much tv, too many video games. We rarely eat dinner at the table. Getting the kids to go outside seems like a chore now. Books? Nowhere near enough. And I can’t remember the last time we had classical music playing in our house.
It’s not that I don’t care anymore. It’s that my energy level has been zapped. I have a difficult 14 year old who I struggle to relate to. I have too many activities to get the kids to. And I’m missing my oldest child.
I’m still trying. I’m still aiming to raise my children right. It just looks different now.