The hardest thing about being a parent is letting your kids do things for themselves. It would all be so much simpler and cleaner and quieter if I just did it for them. This is true when you first let your child start feeding himself, when you take off the training wheels, and when you are watching them write essays for college applications.
Seriously, it just gets harder and none, I repeat NONE, of this is ever mentioned in the baby and toddler books I used to read and ignore. No one tells you any of this. Sitting on my hands (so I don’t rip the duct tape from my mouth) and watching is painful and frustrating some days.
That’s all. Just thought I’d let you all know I’ve reached this decision and am trying to accept that I have my own life to live and that it’s better for all of us if I don’t do everything. It might just kill me, but I’m sticking to it.
(Going back to my corner to rock and not mutter aloud “Just let me write the essay. Just let me write the essay.” )