The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.
A partner who rolls her eyes, sighs, turns away, sends a very toxic message.
You invest a lot in your kids, from the sleepless nights early on and the frightening trips to the emergency room, to homework assignments and a million miles of taxi driving. The great thing is that everything you put in counts, and with a bit of luck, one day they will realize it. Love adds up to something. It's indestructible and immortal and carries long on after your own life is over. Who could ask for more?
The biggest single problem of American parents today is the foolish idea that you just have to be a friend to your children. Kids need parents, not just another pal. This means being able and willing to say no, to challenge faulty thinking, and to expect accountability.
Children will usually live up to our expectations.
I'm interested in how the confessional is so abrasively critiqued today. I'm not really comfortable with simply confessing but I do think "confessing" is a major part of reckoning.
Let your motto then always be 'Excelsior', for by living up to it there is no such word as fail.
If procrastination were a marketable skill, I'd be a real hot commodity.
Let us render the tyrant no aid.