I’m learning to get out of the way. Parenting is hard. And that statement in itself doesn’t capture the essence of the difficulty that I am referencing. I despise generational comparisons, and more so, the downplaying of anything generational. However, whenever my mom consistently admits, "I can’t imagine raising children under today's circumstances", I find understanding in that difficulty through her admission. There are new levels here! As my oldest son, now seven years old, finds opportunities for himself - school, swim, martial arts, sports (he loves basketball, likes baseball), and his own free time and hobbies (Pokemon, Comic Books, and Pro Wrestling) - I’ve found myself balancing what I’ve become accustomed to, further doubled by the growth of his almost two-year-old brother. Because of where they are, it's easy for me to stay in one mode of "helicopter parent". However, I remember being seven. I had independence (by circumstance) at that age that...
Year 16 in higher education, loading. The landscape is changing. Self-philosophy over everything. Remains the inspiration. Changed, is me. Not "career building", but doing, what I now do. Self-spirit over everything. Becomes the motivation. Not significantly focused, but understanding effort and priority. Protecting, my spirituality. Where it should be. Year 16. Whatever, the change. My heart is free.