You know how they say that you get your “payback” via parenting? Raising Ridley is my first taste of that! But is it really so bad? Was I really so bad as a kiddo?
In a word, yes and no, lol.
I am definitely getting a taste of my own medicine with the puppster.
She is highly intelligent and ADHD as it gets: alternatively hyper-focused and easily distracted, hyper and then crashes.
Athletic in her own way, motivated by food, and majorly shiny-object driven. She isn’t quite at the point where she finds a job/running for fun all that enticing or enjoyable, but if you make running a part of another activity, she is SO DOWN.
She engages dogs bigger than her and doesn’t want to play with the others that are “her size.” And then she gets intimidated and shy when she’s not ready for it yet.
She likes to leave her things around the house. In short, the world is hers, we just live in it.
She is incredibly loving, and all she wants in this world is to have someone scratch her back (or, in Ridley’s case, her belly).
And she loves her mommy (and her dad). And her sibling (and loves to annoy her sibling).
She is a handful. She is a lot of work.
But to her mama, she is 100% worth it. Those eyes let you in to a heart and a soul that has so much to give. As imperfect and exhausting as she is, she is worth the time and effort and frustration.
At least, I like to think that I was. I had, and still have, a good heart. I’m not perfect, but I am a good person, and Ridley isn’t perfect, but she is a good soul.
I was high maintenance, independent, too smart for my own good, and SQUIRREL.
And I still am. But I have also mellowed out considerably. Ridley may never become self aware and cognizant of her faults (and I kind of hope that she doesn’t, because that might be too much!), as I have. She may never be able to apologize outright for running the cat down, or for being a handful.
But what is love if not learning to read between the lines sometimes? What is being a parent if not forgiving your children when they drive you crazy, for they know not what they do?
We do our best to bring out the best in our children, furbaby or otherwise. To teach or train them to make good decisions.
Parents aren’t perfect either. We’ve already made plenty of mistakes with Ridley; we will make plenty more. But we do our best, we seek the help of professionals, and we continue to admit when we don’t know what to do.
And we continue to love the imperfect, flawed, and beautiful members of our family in the way that best serves them.Is parenting payback? Or a chance to understand love? #parenting #pets #love Click To Tweet
She isn’t my first furbaby, but parenting Ridley has taught me more about just how exhausting and awesome being a mom can be than any of the amazing animals that I have loved in my life. And, in many ways, she has helped me understand and love myself a bit more. Not in an egotistical way, but another way entirely.
Parents (of both furbabies and humans): have you ever looked at your children (four- or two-legged) and seen yourself?
What type of kid were you? Easy going, or never-sit-still?
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