My children are my world. They are the lights of my life and my reasons for living. They are funny and adorable, handsome and spirited. They are children, happy and sad and angry and hilarious and nervous and shy and outgoing. They are everything that they are meant to be and more. We have good days were we are all winners. Everyone wakes up happy and eats their food, naps and sleeps when they’re supposed to, plays nicely and doesn’t have any temper tantrums. And we have bad days where anything and sometimes everything goes awry and we all have meltdowns. I often forget how much they love and desire and feel throughout the day. They can only hold so much in before it has to come out, whether giggling or crying or screaming or running around.. sometimes biting and hitting and pushing. THEY. ARE. KIDS. They get rewarded and they get punished. I hit their hands when I feel it’s the appropriate form of action/consequence for their action. I believe in both old school and new school forms of discipline. I yell and scream and lose my shit and I coddle and hug and love them. I love them with all of me, all of the time, no matter what. And I will do anything to protect them, always.
You will not be seeing pictures of my children’s faces. I will protect them, always. I have personal reasons for not showing their faces. No, I am not hiding something. I will protect them, always. No, there isn’t anything wrong with either of them. I will protect them, always.
Whatever is put on the internet is there forever. I’m protecting my children’s future. What if I blasted their faces all over the internet and they become embarrassed after finding them online? What if they are completely introverted people and I exploited them throughout their lives?
I will protect my children. I will not show their faces. I will keep that for them to decide. I will talk about them and their lives and their personalities and their stories, but I will not show their faces. I hope this is understood and accepted.