I am but HUMAN....
I must admit, there are times when I love who I am today because of choices I have made... I am strong, I am independent, I am successful, I am a MOM.
But there are also days when I wish I could take so many of those steps back.
They brought me here.. and sometimes break me here.....
I have walked down a road that I never expected to walk.
I did bring a child into this world at a very young age.
I KNOW how hard it's been and I KNOW how hard I've tried. And I'm proud of that. Because I know there are so many other ways things could have gone.
I also KNOW how many times I failed. I know how many times I've cried. I know how bad it's hurt....
And I feel it when the world crashes around me.
I've gone to the wrong places, I've had the wrong friends, I've made bad decisions and I've walked the wrong roads.... I have not and will not ever claim to be perfect.
so..... before you speak....
Who are you to judge?
Do YOU want to walk my road?
Who are you to hurt me?
When you've grown up and moved away from home and can tell me you DON'T have nights where you lie awake feeling the guilt and pain from the heartache you inflicted on your parents,
THEN you can tell me how YOU were the perfect child.
When you grow up and raise children of your own and they never talk back and never break rules and never break your heart -
THEN you can tell me how YOU are the perfect parent.
Until then - don't judge me and don't tell me how you would do things different.
It just hurts.
I don't need to relive every mistake I've made. I don't need to be told how I mess up every day.
I can only do the best that I know how to do...
One day at a time.
I found this from another blog and had to share........
You have not walked in my shoes
You have not been down my road.
You have not cried my tears.
You have not carried my load.
Why do you judge me?
You think you know my story.
You think you know my pain.
You think you know my future.
You don't even know my name.
Why do you judge me?
You were not there to see me stumble
You were not there to see me fall.
You were not there to pick me up.
You were not there at all.
Why do you judge me?
Copyright April 2010. All rights reserved by Sam Bristow
2 weeks ago
1 comment:
I'm sure you're doing the very best you can for your son. And some lessons, like, making mistakes, admitting to them, and moving on, are great lessons to teach by example that some of the "perfect" parents never pass along to their kids.
Hang in there.
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