“Did you break your nose?” As I palpitated my adult child’s face.

“Yeah, my nose got broke four years ago. I didn’t go to the doctor - I got punched in the face! lol”

We put so much into our children.

Send them to good schools. Feed them the right food. Braces. Therapy.

Is it for them, or for us?

I had a boyfriend with shitty teeth. My mom said, “Not getting braces for your children is child abuse.”

Is it?

They are autonomous. They care about… what they care about.

My kid looks the same, but different. He acts different, but the same… lolzzz…

He is so full of shit… and I think… is this how I was… am I still?

You can’t see it for yourself when you’re in it. Motes in eyes and all that jazz.

Even if I think he’s bullshiting himself and anyone that will listen, I still love him more than life itself. I love all my kids the same. They are different, but equal. They all bring their own “dish” to the table. It’s great.

Things change. He will change. I will change. It’s not worth stressing over.

But I will think differently about the clothes, the braces, the shoes, the house… all that shit, with the younger ones. Whatever will be, will be. Trying to get your kids to care about their appearance is the real bullshit factory…

… these kids are always teaching me something.

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